Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.

A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

I considered calmly that I was born to write.

The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe.

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.