For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

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

Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more to ourselves and became the center, the object of our murderous inclinations, the sum of our intolerances would diminish.