A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.