The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.

How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.

He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.