[Paris] is dirty. It has pigeons and black yards. The people have white skin.
I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.
The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to.
One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.
For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.