In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.

To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning. But I know that something in it has a meaning and that is man, because he is the only creature to insist on having one