Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.