He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.
An existence transfigured by failure.
No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
Every profound dissatisfaction is of a religious nature: our failures derive from our incapacity to conceive of paradise and to aspire to it, as our discomforts from the fragility of our relations with the absolute.