“For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.”

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.

The consciousness that says ‘I am’ is not the consciousness that thinks.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.

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.

I don’t go where people are. I go where the people aren’t.

Awaken with me for we only have one life it is too short to not be aligned.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

In civilizations without ships, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure and the police take the place of corsairs.

My appetite for life has returned.

I have to believe that ahead of me are entire adventures waiting to be lived, for the sun hasn’t abandoned me yet.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.