It is not rebellion itself which is noble but the demands it makes upon us.

It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

In fact, other people create for lack of power. I, on the other hand, do not need a work: I live.

The most knowledgeable person in one domain may be the most ignorant in another.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.