Lack of originality, everywhere, all over the world, from time immemorial, has always been considered the foremost quality and the recommendation of the active, efficient and practical man.

But it's precisely in this cold, loathsome half-despair, half-belief, in this deliberate burying of yourself underground for forty years out of sheer pain, in this assiduously constructed, and yet somewhat dubious hopelessness, in all this poision of unfulfilled desires turned inward, this fever of vacillations, of resolutions adopted for eternity, and of repentances a moment later that you find the very essence of that strange, sharp pleasure.

The consciousness of life is higher than life.

It’s not God that I do not accept, you understand, it is this world of God’s, created by God, that I do not accept and cannot agree to accept.

Everywhere I am the object of an unbelievable esteem, the interest in me is, quite simply, tremendous.

And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.

The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.