What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent to exist.

Beware of thinkers whose minds function only when they are fueled by a quotation.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.

We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.