One cannot be a part-time nihilist.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge.

Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.

Gilbert Jonas, painter, believed in his star.... His own faith was not, however, without its virtues because it consisted in admitting, in some obscure way, that he would obtain many things without deserving them.

Ah! my friend, for whomever is alone, without a god and without a master, the weight of time is terrible. One must then choose a master, God being out of style.