The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.
I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!
It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.
Life gave me everything I asked If all I asked was not a great deal, that’s my problem!
One does not adopt a new idea, one slips into it.
The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.
How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?
As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.
There it is: I am gently slipping into the water’s depths, towards fear.
Because we can imagine, we are free.
To be responsible is to be the uncontested author of an event or thing.
For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.
Intellectuals cannot be good revolutionaries; they are just good enough to be assassins.
Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.
To keep hope alive one must, in spite of all mistakes, horrors, and crimes, recognize the obvious superiority of the socialist camp.
Remember, Orestes: you were part of my herd, you grazed in the fields along with my sheep. Your liberty is nothing but a mange eating away at you, it is nothing but an exile.
So long as one believes in God, one has the right to do the Good in order to be moral.
At times discreetly, at times disgustingly, I yielded to the most fatal temptation whenever I could no longer bear it: as a result of impatience, Orpheus lost Eurydice; as a result of impatience, I lost myself.
Man is always a wizard to man, and the social world is at first magical.