Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

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

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.

The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.