The struggle to reach the top is itself enough to fulfill the heart of man. One must believe that Sisyphus is happy.

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

History, as an entirety, could only exist in the eyes of an observer outside it and outside the world. History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.

Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.