"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

Every profound dissatisfaction is of a religious nature: our failures derive from our incapacity to conceive of paradise and to aspire to it, as our discomforts from the fragility of our relations with the absolute.

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.

If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.

No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.

He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.