I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom.

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

A subject to which few intellectuals ever give a thought is the right to be a vagrant, the freedom to wander. Yet vagrancy is a deliverance, and life on the open road is the essence of freedom. To have the courage to smash the chains with which modern life has weighted us (under the pretext that it was offering us more liberty), then to take up the symbolic stick and bundle and get out.