No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.
A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.
If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.
Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.