One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
Art is an attempt to integrate evil.
No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.
Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen.
It is not in giving life but in risking life that man is raised above the animal; that is why superiority has been accorded in humanity not to the sex that brings forth but to that which kills.
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.
What is an adult? A child blown up by age.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons that have been offered in explanation have seemed adequate.
Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with the absolute truth.
Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.