Everything is pathology, except for indifference.

I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.