Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j’ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

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

The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.