History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.

To accomplish nothing and die of the strain

If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.