What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

I have tried to protect myself against men, to react against their madness to discern its source; I have listened and I have seen--and I have been afraid of acting for the same motives or for any motive whatever, of believing in the same ghosts or in any other ghost, of letting myself be engulfed by the same intoxications or by some other... afraid, in short, of raving in common and of expiring in a horde of ecstasies.

Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.