The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.

But again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is one of knowing whether two and two do make four

The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.

Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.