A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.

The only way of enduring one disaster after the next is to love the very idea of disaster: if we succeed, there are no further surprises, we are superior to whatever occurs, we are invincible victims.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

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

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.