Chang Tzu tells us of a persevering man who after three laborious years mastered the art of dragon-slaying. For the rest of his days, he had not a single opportunity to test his skills.

The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line

Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.

Death is just infinity closing in.

To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.

Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.

No one is anyone, one single immortal man is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.