...He said firmly, 'God can help you. All the men I’ve seen in your position turned to Him in their time of trouble.' 'Obviously,' I replied, 'they were at liberty to do so, if they felt like it.' I, however, didn’t want to be helped, and I hadn’t time to work up interest for something that didn’t interest me.

In the age of ideologies, we must make up our minds about murder. If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves have significance. If it has no such foundations, then we are plunged into madness there is no way out except to find some significance or to desist.

There is something divine in mindless beauty.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.