It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm – this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the “why” arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.

Who taught you all this, doctor?" The reply came promptly: "Suffering.

Murder is terribly exhausting.

Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself.