The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.

No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity; – for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

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

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.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

A book has to dig through the wounds, more, it has cause a new one, a book it has to be dangerous.