Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.

Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

He who hates himself is not humble.

What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.

The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.