The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.

The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.

In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind.

Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.