Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.
Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.
Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.