With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed up in turn - and in all this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes its merry way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb.

The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects.

People think that children don't know anything. It's enough to make you wonder if grownups were ever children once upon a time.

I find this a fascinating phenomenon: the ability we have to manipulate ourselves so that the foundation of our beliefs is never shaken.

Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.