My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

All the same, they [books] do serve some purpose. Culture doesn't save anything or anyone, it doesn't justify. But it's a product of man: he projects himself into it, he recognizes himself in it; that critical mirror alone offers him his image.

Man is condemned to be free

The individual's duty is to do what he wants to do, to think whatever he likes, to be accountable to no one but himself, to challenge every idea and every person.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

One of the chief motives of artistic creation is certainly the need of feeling that we are essential in relationship to the world.