Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.
Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.
The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.
Basis of society: anonymous sweat.
No human beings more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief: the great persecutors are recruited from the martyrs not quite beheaded. Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.