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

Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.

History proves nothing because it contains everything.

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear.