The fate of a single man can be rich with significance, that of a few hundred less so, but the history of thousands and millions of men does not mean anything at all, in any adequate sense of the word.

The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.

Behind every glorious facade there is always hidden something ugly.

I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.

Skepticism is like a microscope whose magnification is constantly increased: the sharp image that one begins with finally dissolves, because it is not possible to see ultimate things: their existence is only to be inferred.

Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.