The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.

What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.

For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.