Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

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

We have convictions only if we have studied nothing thoroughly.

When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

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

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.