We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!