Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself - there is no wish I make more often.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

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.

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.