Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.

No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity; – for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?