Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

Every profound dissatisfaction is of a religious nature: our failures derive from our incapacity to conceive of paradise and to aspire to it, as our discomforts from the fragility of our relations with the absolute.

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.