Every kind of reward constitutes a degradation of energy.

A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.

Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.

I only read what I am hungry for at the moment when I have an appetite for it, and then I do not read, I eat.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.

Who were the fools who spread the story that brute force cannot kill ideas? Nothing is easier. And once they are dead they are no more than corpses.

Modern life is given over to immoderation. Immoderation invades everything: actions and thought, public and private life.