The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

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

Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.

Every profound dissatisfaction is of a religious nature: our failures derive from our incapacity to conceive of paradise and to aspire to it, as our discomforts from the fragility of our relations with the absolute.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.