I considered calmly that I was born to write.

I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence

The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?