It's only when I say that everything is incomprehensible that I come as close as possible to understanding the only thing it is given to us to understand.

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.

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.

We are all looking for something of extraordinary importance whose nature we have forgotten; I am writing the memoirs of a man who has lost his memory.

To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.

People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.