We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

For a long time—always, in fact—I have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it; for this reason and for this reason alone, I have acquired a touch of spiritual pride, so that my existence seems to me the degradation and the erosion of a psalm.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

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

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

Psychoanalysis is a technique we practice at our cost; psychoanalysis degrades our risks, our dangers, our depths; it strips us of our impurities, of all that made us curious about ourselves.