To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

Try to be free: you will die of hunger.

To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent to live, the unbeliever and the man of faith are fundamentally the same, since both have made the only decision that defines a being.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.