We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.