Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.
Man is a robot with defects.
Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.
Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!
No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity;––for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.
The amount of chiaroscuro an idea harbors is the only index of its profundity.
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.
There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.