Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.

To hope is to contradict the future.

We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.