No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

One hardly saves a world without ruling it.

If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.