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.

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

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.