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

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

In normal times all of us know, whether consciously or not, that there is no love which can't be bettered; nevertheless, we reconcile ourselves more or less easily to the fact that ours has never risen above the average.

We are not certain, we are never certain.

For the absurd man, it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing. Everything begins with lucid indifference.