I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.