The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!

Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

There is no limit to suffering.

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.