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.

Love is exclusivity, selection.

The good is, like nature, an immense landscape in which man advances through centuries of exploration.

The masses think that is is easy to flee from reality, when it is the most difficult thing in the world.

There are, above all, times in which the human reality, always mobile, accelerates, and bursts into vertiginous speeds. Our time is such a one, for it is made of descent and fall.

I am I plus my circumstances.

The preoccupation with what should be is estimable only when the respect for what is has been exhausted.