We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God.

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

Life is nothing until it is lived; but it is yours to make sense of, and the of it is nothing other than the sense you choose.

It is always more valuable to report the truth.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.