Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

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

Only one endowed with restless vitality is susceptible to pessimism. You become a pessimist-a demonic, elemental, bestial pessimist-only when life has been defeated many times in its fight against depression.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

There was a time when time did not yet exist.

The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.