As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

Do not be surprised. I do not like writers and I cannot stand their lies. They speak so as not to listen to themselves speak. If they did listen, they would know that they are nothing and then they would no longer be able to speak.

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action. This is called becoming a man.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

What is a rebel? A man who says no: but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.