Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.

Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.

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

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.