Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

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

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.