If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

To have committed every crime but that of being a father.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.