Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

Everything is pathology, except for indifference.