Thought is not a gift to man but a laborious, precarious and volatile acquisition.

Life is a terrible conflict, a grandiose and atrocious confluence. Hunting submerges man deliberately in that formidable mystery and therefore contains something of religious rite and emotion in which homage is paid to what is divine, transcendent, and in the laws of Nature.

Since love is the most delicate and total act of a soul, it will reflect the state and nature of the soul.

I am I plus my circumstances.

If the human intellect functions, it is actually in order to solve the problems which the man's inner destiny sets it.

"Natural" man is always there, under the changeable historical man. We call him and he comes-a little sleepy, benumbed, without his lost form of instinctive hunter, but, after all, still alive. Natural man is first prehistoric man-the hunter.

And this is the simple truth - that to live is to feel oneself lost. He who accepts it has already begun to find himself to be on firm ground.