Illusion begets and sustains the world; we do not destroy one without destroying the other. Which is what I do every day. An apparently ineffectual operation, since I must begin all over again the next day.

Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.

To accomplish nothing and die of the strain

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

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