Life is an operation which is done in a forward direction. One lives toward the future, because to live consists inexorably in doing, in each individual life making itself.
Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.
We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.
Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.
The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent.
An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.