A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

Existence precedes and rules essence.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

The sun is not ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before, on pages you have written in one spurt without crossing out a word.