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

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j’ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.

To read is to let someone else work for you - the most delicate form of exploitation.