I had no hope. Yet expectation lived on in me, the last thing she had left behind. What further consummations, mockeries, torments did I still anticipate? I had no idea as I abided in the unshaken belief that the time of cruel wonders was not yet over.

I do not like the way people use the more and more magnificent fruits of technology to their filthy deeds.

How do you expect to communicate with the ocean, when you can’t even understand one another?

Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.

Nothing, my dear and clever colleague, is not your run-of-the-mill nothing, the result of idleness and inactivity, but dynamic, aggressive Nothingness, that is to say, perfect, unique, ubiquitous, in other words Nonexistence, ultimate and supreme.

I don't resist progress, but I have a growing feeling that mankind uses it mostly for disgraceful purposes.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.