Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

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

Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.