I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

Because we can imagine, we are free.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

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

Politics is a science. You can demonstrate that you are right and that others are wrong.