The mind has transformed the world, and the world is repaying it with interest. It has led man where he had no idea how to go.

At times I think and at times I am.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.

The only treaties that ought to count are those which would effect a settlement between ulterior motives.

To be sincere means to be the same person when one is with oneself; that is to say, alone - but that is all it means.

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.