The individual point of view is the only point of view from which one is able to look at the world in its truth.

Life is a struggle with things to maintain itself among them. Concepts are the strategic plan we form in answer to the attack.

Love is exclusivity, selection.

We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.

The cynic, a parasite of civilization, lives by denying it, for the very reason that he is convinced that it will not fail.

We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.

Human vitality is so exuberant that in the sorriest desert it still finds a pretext for glowing and trembling.