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.

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

Since the order of the world is shaped by death, mightn't it be better for God if we refuse to believe in Him, and struggle with all our might against death without raising our eyes towards the heaven where He sits in silence?

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.