A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.

What are you waiting for in order to give up?

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.