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

Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

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

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.