This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

I do not want to found anything on the incomprehensible. I want to know whether I can live with what I know and with that alone.

My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. ("The Plague")

I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.

Happiness is generous. It does not subsist on destruction.