All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

To know the world, one must construct it

Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for, natural as air. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time - is the same thing as time; if it comes in fits and starts, that is only so as to leave the sufferer more defenseless during the moments that follow, those long moments when one relives the last bout of torture and waits for the next.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.