To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

There is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving.

It is always more valuable to report the truth.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns...It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.

To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.