The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.

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.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.