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

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

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

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.

It's not a certain society that seems ridiculous to me, it's mankind.

Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.

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.