The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.

A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

All people see fires, storms, explosions, or landscapes; but how many feel the flames, the lightnings, the whirlwinds, or the harmony? How many have an inner beauty that tinges their melancholy?

Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.