Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.

With a little luck that epoch may arrive. I am on the side of those who think that things will go better when the world has changed.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.