Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

I had realized in the meantime that action too has its difficulties, and that one can also be led to it by neurosis. We are not saved by politics any more than by literature.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

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

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

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

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.