Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.

Commitment is an act, not a word.

Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.

Before you come alive, life is nothing; it 's up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing else but the meaning that you choose.

When we love animals and children too much, we love them at the expense of men.

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

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.