One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.