One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.
The poor don’t know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.
Life has no meaning the moment you loose the illusion of being eternal.
Life has no meaning a priori . Before you come alive, life is nothing its up to you to give it a meaning and value is nothing else but the meaning that you choose
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.
God is absence. God is the solitude of man.
That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.
I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.
God does not exist… We are precisely on a plane where nothing exists but men.