I believe, I desire, that social and economic ills may be remedied.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

I enjoy feeling fastidious and aloof. I enjoy saying no, always no, and I should be afraid of any attempt to construct a finally habitable world, because I should merely have to say - Yes; and act like other people.

On my way to the office in the morning, there are, in front of me, behind me, other men going to their jobs. I see them; if I dared, I would smile at them. I think to myself that I am a socialist, that they are the purpose of my life, of my efforts and that they do not know it yet.

All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.

I was a neophyte in another world [in 1954].