Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

There is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving.

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

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

Everything in my past, in my training, everything that has been most essential in my activity up to now has made me above all a man who writes, and it is too late for that to change.

There is no book of mine that I reject. That does not mean that I find them good.

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.