When we love animals and children too much, we love them at the expense of men.
I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.
Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.
God is absence. God is the solitude of man.
How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.