To choose not to choose is still to act.

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

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.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

We are possessed by the things we possess. When I like an object, I always give it to someone. It isn't generosity-it's only because I want others to be enslaved by objects, not me.

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

This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.