Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart. |
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain. |
A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb. |
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world. |
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers. |
You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life. |
To act is to anchor in the imminent future. |
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself. |
Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim. |
Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas. |
We derive our vitality from our store of madness. |
There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be. |
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown. |
Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone. |
God - a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays. |
We die in proportion to the words we fling around us. |
One hardly saves a world without ruling it. |
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter. |
A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate. |
I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual. |