A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?