Tolerance cannot seduce the young.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.

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.