Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.
Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.
Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.
On Creating – What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.
Glory – once achieved, what is it worth?
Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.
It is because we are all imposters that we endure each other.
Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.
What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.
For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.
Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.
Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.
There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.
Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.
The more intense a spiritual leader’s appetite for power, the more he is concerned to limit it to others.
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.
To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.
Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.
Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.