It is natural to give a clear view of the world after accepting the idea that it must be clear.

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

Of course, true love is exceptional - two or three times a century, more or less. The rest of the time there is vanity or boredom.

The only really committed artist is he who, without refusing to take part in the combat, at least refuses to join the regular armies and remains a freelance.

Believe me, religions are on the wrong track the moment they moralize and fulminate commandments. God is not needed to create guilt or to punish. Our fellow men suffice, aided by ourselves.

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.

Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.