What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

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

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

Normal people have nothing to forget.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.