Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

To hope is to contradict the future.

When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.