Try to be free: you will die of hunger.
I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.
He who hates himself is not humble.
When every man has realized that his birth is a defeat, existence, endurable at last, will seem like the day after a surrender, like the relief and the repose of the conquered.
We change ideas like neckties.
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.