I have always been an optimist, perhaps even too much.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

We do not wish to say only that a man is responsible for his own individuality, but that he is responsible for that of all men.

If I relegate impossible Salvation to the prop room, what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as all of them and no better than any.

There is no salvation anywhere. The idea of salvation implies the idea of an absolute.

I have changed as everyone changes: within a permanency.