Art does not tolerate reason.

Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.

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.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

He was expressing his certainty that my appeal would be granted, but I was carrying the burden of a sin from which I had to free myself. According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out it was the former that had condemned me.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.