When one loves animals and children too much, one loves them against human beings.

Never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a "talent;" my sole concern has been to save myself by work and faith.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

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

Philosophy which does not help to illuminate the process of the liberation of the oppressed should be rejected.

Philosophy appears to some people as a homogenous milieu: there thoughts are born and die, there systems are built, and there, in turn, they collapse. Others take Philosophy for a specific attitude which we can freely adopt at will. Still others see it as a determined segment of culture. In our view Philosophy does not exist.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.