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

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.

What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?