Tyrants are always assassinated too late. That is their great excuse.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

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."

There was a time when time did not yet exist.

What are you waiting for in order to give up?

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?