I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy. The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.

A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

We are all special cases.

Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity.

You cannot acquire experience by making experiments. You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.