There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, "now what?

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

The past is the luxury of proprietors.

I have nothing but contempt for you idiotic chosen ones who have the heart to rejoice when there are the damned in Hell and the poor on earth; as for me, I am on the side of men and I will not leave it.