To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

The only way of enduring one disaster after the next is to love the very idea of disaster: if we succeed, there are no further surprises, we are superior to whatever occurs, we are invincible victims.

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.