If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.

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

The reaction against your own thought in itself lends life to thought. How this reaction is born is hard to describe, because it identifies with the very rare intellectual tragedies. The tension, the degree and level of intensity of a thought proceeds from its internal antinomies, which in turn are derived from the unsolvable contradictions of a soul. Thought cannot solve the contradictions of the soul. As far as linear thinking is concerned, thoughts mirror themselves in other thoughts, instead of mirroring a destiny.

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.

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.

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