Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

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

I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

The aim of language...is to communicate...to impart to others the results one has obtained...As I talk, I reveal the situation...I reveal it to myself and to others in order to change it.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.