The truth is that as soon as we are no longer obliged to earn our living, we no longer know what to do with our life and recklessly squander it.

I do not love men: I love what devours them.

What seems different in yourself; that's the rare thing you possess. The one thing that gives each of us his worth, and that's just what we try to suppress. And we claim to love life.

The individual man tries to escape the race. And as soon as he ceases to represent the race, he represents man.

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness

Great minds tend toward banality. It is the noblest effort of individualism. But it implies a sort of modesty, which is so rare that it is scarcely found except in the greatest, or in beggars.

Welcome anything that comes to you, but do not long for anything else.