“From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.”

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love – any love – reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

It had to happen to you, to concentrate your whole life on one point, and then discover that you can do anything except live at that point.

There is something indecent in words .

Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.

We never remember days, only moments.

Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man.

We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

A decision, an action, are infallible omens of what we shall do another time, not for any vague, mystic, astrological reason but because they result from an automatic reaction that will repeat itself.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.

To avenge a wrong done to you, is to rob yourself of the comfort of crying out against the injustice of it.

The act the act must not be a revenge. It must be a calm, weary renunciation, a closing of accounts, a private, rhythmic deed. The last remark.

There is no finer revenge than that which others inflict on your enemy. Moreover, it has the advantage of leaving you the role of a generous man.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

One accepts oneself, the whole world accepts him or her.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

The uncontested absurdities of today are the accepted slogans of tomorrow.

May your neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, angels protect you and heaven accept you.

Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.

Heaven forbid that we should believe in such a way as not to accept or seek reasons, since we could not even believe if we did not possess rational souls.

We all commit our crimes. The thing is to not lie about them.