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.

A work of art is a confession.

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.

The laws of nature may be operative up to a certain limit, beyond which they turn against themselves to give birth to the absurd.

We all have a weakness for beauty.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.