What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.