The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

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

I am myself and I am here.

I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

Existence is an imperfection.

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