Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.

No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

He who hates himself is not humble.

Under each formula lies a corpse.