Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair.

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.

I have no other pictures of the world apart from those which express evanescence, and callousness, vanity and anger, emptiness, orhideous useless hate. Everything has merely confirmed what I had seen and understood in my childhood: futile and sordid fits of rage, cries suddenly blanketed by the silence, shadows swallowed up for ever by the night.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

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.

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

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.