Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.

The source of anxiety lies in the future. If you can keep the future out of mind, you can forget your worries.

I find myself fascinating.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.

In the realm of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions.

The man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present... he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future... he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear.

His overriding life necessity was not love, it was his profession…He had come to medicine not by coincidence or calculation but by a deep inner desire. Insofar as it is possible to divide people into categories, the surest criterion is the deep-seated desires that orient them to one or another lifelong activity. Every Frenchman is different. But all the actors the world over are similar.