My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.

In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.

Whereas the Greeks gave to will the boundaries of reason, we have come to put the will's impulse in the very center of reason, which has, as a result, become deadly.

Life should be lived to the point of tears

To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.