To penetrate one's being, one must go armed to the teeth.

The world acquires value only through its extremes and endures only through moderation; extremists make the world great, the moderates give it stability.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

Order always weighs on the individual. Disorder makes him wish for the police or for death. These are two extreme circumstances in which human nature is not at ease.

It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.

Power without abuse loses its charm.

Follow the path of your aroused thought, and you will soon meet this infernal inscription: There is nothing so beautiful as that which does not exist.