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

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.

If man is reduced to being nothing but a character in history, he has no other choice but to subside into the sound and fury of acompletely irrational history or to endow history with the form of human reason.

Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.

True artists scorn nothing.

The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.