Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

the deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life.

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

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.