Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history - greater than the fall of empires - I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.