I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.
Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.
Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.