True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.

One cannot live without motives. I have no motives left, and I am living.

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

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.

The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.