There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

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

Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.