“Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”

In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

Life is a useless passion.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don’t know how many consciences.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

Nothingness haunts Being.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are – that is the fact.

I trust the universe. If we exist for each other, time will bring is both back to our beginning.

If everything was going smoothly you would never build character.

We are gardens. We flourish and grow. Despite the rain, despite the snow.

My mom is always telling me it takes a long time to get to the top, but a short time to get to the bottom.

Sinfully acquired wealth may remain for ten years; in the eleventh year it disappears with even the original stock.

Tennis, at times, I follow, but not much.

When one is consumed by the sorrows of life, three things give him relief: offspring, a wife, and the company of the Lord’s devotees.

Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.