Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.

The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.

In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.

To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.

A lot of jobs don't allow you to be who you are. There is dignity in work only when it is work freely accepted.