Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.

It is always more valuable to report the truth.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.