It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.

Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself - there is no wish I make more often.

History proves nothing because it contains everything.

Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.

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.

The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.