I have tried to protect myself against men, to react against their madness to discern its source; I have listened and I have seen--and I have been afraid of acting for the same motives or for any motive whatever, of believing in the same ghosts or in any other ghost, of letting myself be engulfed by the same intoxications or by some other... afraid, in short, of raving in common and of expiring in a horde of ecstasies.

If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.

Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

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

We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.