Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

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

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

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

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