Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

It isn’t happiness I am concerned with but experience.

The poet is never inspired, because he is the master of that which appears to others as inspiration. He does not wait for inspiration to fall out of the heavens like roasted ortolans. He knows how to hunt...He is never inspired because he is unceasingly inspired, because the powers of poetry are always at his disposition, subjected to his will, submissive to his own activity.

A very great Iliad... concerns the creation of a nation.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

True stories deal with hunger, imaginary ones with love.

Many novelists take well-defined, precise characters, whose stories are sometimes of mediocre interest, and place them in an important historical context, which remains secondary in spite of everything.