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

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

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

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

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

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.