And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Every ideology is contrary to human psychology.

As soon as one does not kill oneself, one must keep silent about life.

Whatever prevents you from doing your work has become your work.

Yes, I know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, I was too young. I got in the way. Now I know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but it’s only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.

No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.