Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?