We are all born; some remain so.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.