To have committed every crime but that of being a father.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.