Men shout to avoid listening to one another.

To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be.

Man is perishing. That may be, and if it is nothingness that awaits us let us so act that it will be an unjust fate.

The mists remain of the false glory that erupts from history.

Is there anything more terrible than a "call"? It affords an occasion for the exchange of the most threadbare commonplaces. Calls and the theatre are the two great centers for the propagation of platitudes.

There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.

The truth is that reason is the enemy of life.