The rage for wanting to conclude is one of the most deadly and most fruitless manias to befall humanity. Each religion and each philosophy has pretended to have God to itself, to measure the infinite, and to know the recipe for happiness. What arrogance and what nonsense! I see, to the contrary, that the greatest geniuses and the greatest works have never concluded.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.

Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.