I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity.

All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

Existence is prior to essence.

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.

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.