No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity; – for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent to live, the unbeliever and the man of faith are fundamentally the same, since both have made the only decision that defines a being.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.

When every man has realized that his birth is a defeat, existence, endurable at last, will seem like the day after a surrender, like the relief and the repose of the conquered.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.