The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

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.

To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.

The more intense a spiritual leader's appetite for power, the more he is concerned to limit it to others.

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

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

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.