Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.

Utopia is the grotesque en rose, the need to associate happiness - that is, the improbable - with becoming, and to coerce an optimistic, aerial vision to the point where it rejoins its own source: the very cynicism it sought to combat. In short, a monstrous fantasy.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.