As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.

Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.

Everything in my past, in my training, everything that has been most essential in my activity up to now has made me above all a man who writes, and it is too late for that to change.

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.

The best work is not what is most difficult for you; it is what you do best.