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!

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

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

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

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

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?

Nobody is bound by any obligation unless it has first been freely accepted.