The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

We change ideas like neckties.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.

To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

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

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.