Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

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

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

Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.