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.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

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.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

He who hates himself is not humble.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.