For there is only one great adventure and that is inward toward the self, and for that, time nor space nor even deeds matter.

Even if one’s whole life were a mistake, there is always time to change.

With this book in my hands, reading aloud to my friends, questioning them, explaining to them, I was made clearly to understand that I had no friends, that I was alone in the world. Because in not understanding the meaning of the words, neither I nor my friends, one thing became very clear and that was that there were ways of not understanding and that the difference between the non-understanding of one individual and the non-understanding of another created a world of terra firma even more solid than differences of understanding.

Art is only a means to life, the life more abundant. It merely points the way.

You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. [...] I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

Each man has his own way of being himself and of saying it so ultimately that he can't be denied.