At that time [1954], as a result of political events, I was deeply preoccupied by my relations with the Communist Party.

God is absence. God is the solitude of man.

To keep hope alive one must, in spite of all mistakes, horrors, and crimes, recognize the obvious superiority of the socialist camp.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

This then is the age of reason.

The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.

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