This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.
People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends.
My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think… I can’t stop myself from thinking.
I do not believe in God; His existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.
Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance: it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast – or else there is nothing more at all.