Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

To hope is to contradict the future.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.