The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.

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

Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.

This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.

So long as one believes in God, one has the right to do the Good in order to be moral.

When one does nothing, one believes oneself responsible for everything.

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.