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

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

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

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.