In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.

Uncalled-for aggression arouses the hatred of the civilian population.

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be.

The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.

I discovered suddenly that alienation, exploitation of man by man, under-nourishment, relegated to the background metaphysical evil which is a luxury.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.