What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity? |
Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young. |
Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in. |
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his? |
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility. |
In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws. |
We are born to Exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves. |
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot. |
A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech. |
No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one. |
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously? |
Our first intuitions are the true ones. |
What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation. |
Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it. |
Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom? |
The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it. |
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on. |
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers. |
Under each formula lies a corpse. |
To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring. |