Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

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.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

To have committed every crime but that of being a father.

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.