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

It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.

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

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

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

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.