Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

Normal people have nothing to forget.

All people see fires, storms, explosions, or landscapes; but how many feel the flames, the lightnings, the whirlwinds, or the harmony? How many have an inner beauty that tinges their melancholy?

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

I was walking late one night along a tree-lined path; a chestnut fell at my feet. The noise it made as it burst, the resonance it provoked in me, and an upheaval out of all proportion to this insignificant event thrust me into miracle, into the rapture of the definitive, as if there were no more questions-only answers. I was drunk on a thousand unexpected discoveries, none of which I could make use of. ... This is how I nearly reached the Supreme. But instead I went on with my walk.