Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.