All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.
Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
In Guinea I could read [Franz] Kafka. I re-discover in him my own discomfort.
Some men are born committed to action: they do not have a choice, they have been thrown on a path, at the end of that path, an act awaits them, their act.
Two people can form a community by excluding a third.
Man is always a wizard to man, and the social world is at first magical.