“It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.”

If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.

I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.

Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.

I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much!

You have never had any confidence in him. And if he has no confidence in himself it is because he sees himself through your eyes.

Modern woman is everywhere permitted to regard her body as capital for exploitation.

Freedom is the source from which all significations and all values spring. It is the original condition of all justification of existence.

A man attaches himself to woman — not to enjoy her, but to enjoy himself.

I feel something troubling inside of me which scares me, an exhausting violence. But I accept the great adventure of being me.

The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

Man must not attempt to dispel the ambiguity of his being but, on the contrary, accept the task of realizing it.

One can never know oneself but only narrate oneself.

To abstain from politics is in itself a political attitude.

It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.

Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.

A man never begins by presenting himself as an individual of a certain sex; it goes without saying that he is a man.

In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God.

Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

Like fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.

Even through the darkest night, know the world is moving towards dawn.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

I cannot remember a night so dark as to have hindered the coming day.

On stage, I am in the dark.