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

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.

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

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.