What place do we occupy in the "universe"? A point, if that! Why reproach ourselves when we are evidently so insignificant? Once we make this observation, we grow calm at once: henceforth, no more bother, no more frenzy, metaphysical or otherwise. And then that point dilates, swells, substitutes itself for space. And everything begins all over again.

Skepticism is an exercise in defascination.

When you know that every problem is only a false problem, you are dangerously close to salvation.

To suffer is to produce knowledge.

It is unjust to call imaginary the diseases which are, on the contrary, only too real, since they proceed from our mind, the only regulator of our equilibrium and our health.

The skeptic is the least mysterious man in the world, and yet, starting from a certain moment, he no longer belongs to this world.

An anxious man constructs his terrors, then installs himself within them: a stay-at-home in a yawning chasm.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

To conceive a thought — just one, but one that would tear the universe to pieces.

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.