Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear on the contrary that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

If, after all, men cannot always make history have a meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one.

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

It should be pointed out for our own guidance in the West that the continual signing of manifestoes and protests is one of the surest ways of undermining the efficacy and dignity of the intellectual. There exists a permanent blackmail that we all know and that we must have the often solitary courage to resist.