A book is a suicide postponed.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.