Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history.

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.