The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.