I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

There is no limit to suffering.