You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.

There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.

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

He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn't let itself be extended it achieves significance only through its death.

Man's existence precedes his essence