I do not think therefore I am a moustache

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

Hell is for other people.

As long as the writer cannot write for the two billion men who are hungry, he will be oppressed by a feeling of malaise.

A Soviet citizen, an official writer, once said to me: "The day when Communism (that is, well-being for everyone) reigns, man's tragedy will begin: his finitude."

God is absence. God is the solitude of man.

The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.