There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

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

[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

In love, one and one are one.

Acting is happy agony.

I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.