…but all day long I would be training myself to think, to understand, to criticize, to know myself; I was seeking for the absolute truth: this preoccupation did not exactly encourage polite conversation.

it is true that nothing is gained without something being lost: everyone knows that in fulfilling oneself one necessarily sacrifices some possibilities.

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

That a whole part of the middle class detests me... is utterly normal. I would be troubled if the contrary were true.

What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.

There is a kind of universality in the human condition, masculine or feminine. That's one thing I continue to believe.