I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

The mind's deepest desire, even in its most elaborate operations, parallels man's unconscious feeling in the face of his universe: it is an insistence upon familiarity, an appetite for clarity.

What is human in me is not what is best in me. What is human in me is that I desire, and to obtain what I desire, I believe I would crush anything that stood in my way.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

Revolution, in order to be creative, cannot do without either a moral or metaphysical rule to balance the insanity of history.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Integrity has no need of rules.