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

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent to live, the unbeliever and the man of faith are fundamentally the same, since both have made the only decision that defines a being.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.