A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.

What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me - that I understand. And these two certainties - my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle - I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.

Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.

Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.

Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose a future.