The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

It is natural to give a clear view of the world after accepting the idea that it must be clear.

[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.

After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.

Can one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.

If you keep on excusing, you eventually give your blessing to the slave camp, to cowardly force, to organized executioners, to the cynicism of great political monsters; you finally hand over your brothers.