Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.

When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

No human beings are more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.