It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

The truth is always an abyss.

Love is a drama of contradictions.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.