This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

The only really committed artist is he who, without refusing to take part in the combat, at least refuses to join the regular armies and remains a freelance.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!