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

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

The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.

... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.

People don't love each other at our age, Marthe—they please each other, that's all. Later on, when you're old and impotent, you can love someone. At our age, you just think you do. That's all it is.