Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

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

The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.