We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.