Man must be invented each day

I have seen children dying of hunger. Over against a dying child La Nausee cannot act as a counterweight.

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

Nothingness haunts Being.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.