People are machines of forgetfulness

We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind serve to intensify themselves in one way or another. We intensify ourselves with new impressions, new sensations, new ideas. We endeavour to take what we do not have and to add it to ourselves. Humanity is the desire for novelty founded upon the fear of death. That is what it is.

It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.

Yes, there is a Divinity, one from which we must never turn aside for the guidance of our huge inward life and of the share we have as well in the life of all men. It is called the truth.

Two armies that fight each other is like one large army that commits suicide.

At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness.

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.