The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.
A novel is never anything but a philosophy expressed in images. And in a good novel the philosophy has disappeared into the images.
If, after all, men cannot always make history have a meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one.
I rebel; therefore I exist.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.