Originally, poetry creates the myth, while the prose-writer draws its portrait.

Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

Existence is an imperfection.

Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth.

What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.