The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.

But the most wretched thing, is it not-is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.

A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

There is no truth. There is only perception.

Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.