Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.

Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.