Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

History proves nothing because it contains everything.

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.