Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

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

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.