We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.
Under each formula lies a corpse.
Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.
Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.
There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.