I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.

Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?

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.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June