Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I'll build a castle.

Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.

If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.

The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.

In order to understand, I destroyed myself.

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.

We almost always live outside ourselves, and life itself is a continual dispersion. But it's towards ourselves that we tend, as towards a centre around which, like planets, we trace absurd and distant ellipses.