The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

There was a time when time did not yet exist.

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?

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.