I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

If I write a new play, my point of view may be profoundly modified. I may be obliged to contradict myself and I may no longer know whether I still think what I think.

Many people have delusions of grandeur but you're deluded by triviality.

Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.

To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.

Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe. It's a symptom of security.

A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.