Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.

To think is first of all to create a world (or to limit one's own world, which comes to the same thing).

I was always able to understand my friend who decided to quit smoking and who, through an effort of will, succeeded in doing so. One morning, he opened the newspaper, read that the first H- bomb had exploded, found out about the bomb's admirable effects and went straight to the tobacconist's.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.

One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know.