If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.

The importance of insomnia is so colossal that I am tempted to define man as the animal who cannot sleep. Why call him a rational animal when other animals are equally reasonable? But there is not another animal in the entire creation that wants to sleep yet cannot.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

Ideas should be neutral. But man animates them with his passions and folly. Impure and turned into beliefs, they take on the appearance of reality. The passage from logic is consummated. Thus are born ideologies, doctrines, and bloody farce.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.