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

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

No human beings more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief: the great persecutors are recruited from the martyrs not quite beheaded. Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.

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