The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.