The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

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

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

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.

A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.