He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I wantto vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea

My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

After all, she is lucky. I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity. I leave.

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

So you realized that there were always women in tears, or a red-headed man, or something else to spoil your effects?""Yes, naturally.

A little more and I would have fallen into the mirror trap. I avoided it, but only to fall into the window trap: with nothing to do, my arms dangling, I go over to the window.

I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.

Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars!

Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.

Hope is not a prediction of the future, it's a declaration of what is possible.

Being an entrepreneur doesn't make you a rich tycoon and being an innovator doesn't mean that you're successful. It just means that you're interesting.

My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.

I think that many people in history who had power were bumped off because they had power.

If someone says something good or bad, or whatever they have to say about your song, you've just got to embrace it.

When all the false self-identifications are thrown away, what remains is all-embracing love.

Beauty is that to what the human mind responds at its deepest and most profound.