I've lived so little that I tend to imagine I'm not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.

The triumph of vegetation is total.

Why am I popular? I don't know. Is it a mistake? I should think it's a mistake somewhere.

Father died last year. I don't subscribe to the theory by which we only become truly adult when our parents die; we never become truly adult.

When we think about the present, we veer wildly between the belief in chance and the evidence in favour of determinism. When we think about the past, however, it seems obvious that everything happened in the way that it was intended.

Now abideth beauty, truth, and intensity; but the greatest of these is intensity.

The Americans are completely stupid. The intellectual level in any single European country is higher than in America.