I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

Here lives a free man. Nobody serves him.

Give up the tyranny of female charm.

I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.

It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.