Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death

One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.

The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.

A straight path never leads anywhere except to the objective.

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 want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.

Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.