Reality is a creation of our excesses.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

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.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

No human beings are more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.