There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

It is enough that one man hate another for hate to gain, little by little, all mankind.

In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

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.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.

What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.

Words There is no good father, that's the rule. Don't lay the blame on men but on the bond of paternity, which is rotten. To beget children, nothing better; to have them, what iniquity!