Thinking should be like musical meditation. Has any philosopher pursued a thought to its limits the way Bach or Beethoven develop and exhaust a musical theme? Even after having read the most profound thinkers, one still feels the need to begin anew. Only music gives definitive answers.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.