Sometimes, to remain silent is to lie, since silence can be interpreted as assent.

The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.

Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

My work...is to shatter the faith of men here, there, and everywhere, faith in affirmation, faith in negation, and faith in abstention from faith, and this for the sake of faith in faith itself.

These terrible sociologists, who are the astrologers and alchemists of our twentieth century.