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

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.

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.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.