Naturally, in the course of my life I have made lots of mistakes, large and small, for one reason or another, but at the heart of it all, every time I made a mistake it was because I was not radical enough.

The plight of modern man is that he is condemmed to be free.

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.

This then is the age of reason.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

Existence precedes and rules essence.

As long as the writer cannot write for the two billion men who are hungry, he will be oppressed by a feeling of malaise.