The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

The literary man? An indiscreet man, who devaluates his miseries, divulges them, tells them like so many beads: immodesty-the sideshow of second thoughts-is his rule; he offers himself.

Only one endowed with restless vitality is susceptible to pessimism. You become a pessimist-a demonic, elemental, bestial pessimist-only when life has been defeated many times in its fight against depression.

Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?