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

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.