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

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

The coward makes himself cowardly, the hero makes himself heroic.

Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. Sometimes it sent out vague signals; at other times I felt nothing more than a harmless buzzing.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.