We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.

All people see fires, storms, explosions, or landscapes; but how many feel the flames, the lightnings, the whirlwinds, or the harmony? How many have an inner beauty that tinges their melancholy?

There was a time when time did not yet exist.

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.