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 interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.

Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.

Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.