Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

I see many people die because they judge that life is not worth living. I see others paradoxically getting killed for the ideas or illusions that give them a reason for living (what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying). I therefore conclude that the meaning of life is the most urgent of questions.

Yes, I know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, I was too young. I got in the way. Now I know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but it’s only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.

stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves

Some are created to love, while the others - to live.

Intelligence in chains loses in lucidity what it gains in intensity.