My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.
What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.
We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.
The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.
Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.