Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

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

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

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.

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?

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!