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.

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.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.