Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.

Normal people have nothing to forget.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

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.

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.