A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.

If a Jew is fascinated by Christians it is not because of their virtues, which he values little, but because they represent anonymity, humanity without race.

In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

Man is condemned to be free

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].

She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she were free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn't wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.

Life begins on the other side of despair.