Any life, however long and complicated it may be, actually consists of a single moment — the moment when a man knows forever more who he is.

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

Whoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.

You will reply that reality hasn't the slightest need to be of interest. And I'll answer you that reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but that hypotheses may not. In the hypothesis you have postulated, chance intervenes largely. Here lies a dead rabbi; I should prefer a purely rabbinical explanation; not the imaginary mischances of an imaginary robber.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.

Only in the present do things happen.