Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.

Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.

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

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.