Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

I know only one Church: it is the society of men.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act.

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.