No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

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

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?