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

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

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

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.