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.

All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

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.

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.