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

It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.

When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.

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?

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

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!

Killing time is the chief end of our society.