One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

So long as one believes in God, one has the right to do the Good in order to be moral.

It is always more valuable to report the truth.

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

A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.

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

Philosophy appears to some people as a homogenous milieu: there thoughts are born and die, there systems are built, and there, in turn, they collapse. Others take Philosophy for a specific attitude which we can freely adopt at will. Still others see it as a determined segment of culture. In our view Philosophy does not exist.