Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin.

Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.

All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world.

But too many people now climb onto the cross merely to be seen from a greater distance, even if they have to trample somewhat on the one who has been there so long.

...Any authentic creation is a gift to the future.

Life should be lived to the point of tears

Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity.