To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

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

For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.