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In our gradually shrinking world, everyone is in need of all the others. We must look for man wherever we can find him. When on his way to Thebes Oedipus encountered the Sphinx, his answer to its riddle was: �Man�. That simple word destroyed the monster. We have many monsters to destroy. Let us think of the answer of Oedipus.

Speech at the Nobel Banquet in Stockholm, 1963
A door is like a knife: it divides the world into two parts.
Humankind, with its long history, is by now a corpse bound to a tree with the ropes of convention. If the ropes were cut, the corpse would simply fall to the ground. Prayer in one's mother tongue is a manifestation of that pathetic state.

The Dancing Girl of Izu and Other Stories
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

Proust
How many times have I asked myself: when is the world going to start making sense? Yet the answer is out there. It is rushing towards me over the uneven ground.

Time's Arrow
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.

The Favorite Game
If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.
There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

The Post-Office Girl
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
The world belongs to those who feel nothing. The essential condition of the practical man is the absence of sensibility.
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The Book of Disquiet
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