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

Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.

Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

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

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.