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

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.

Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.

If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.

Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.