Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

The characteristic of every neurosis is to represent itself as natural.