Beware of thinkers whose minds function only when they are fueled by a quotation.

To be or not to be...Neither one nor the other.

Who does not believe in Fate proves that he has not lived.

To think is to submit to the whims and commands of an uncertain health.

To read is to let someone else work for you - the most delicate form of exploitation.

What an incitation to hilarity, hearing the word goal while following a funeral procession!

There is always someone above you: beyond God Himself rises Nothingness.

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

Of all that makes us suffer, nothing - so much as disappointment - gives us the sensation of at last touching Truth.

Impossible for me to know whether or not I take myself seriously. The drama of detachment is that we cannot measure its progress. We advance into a desert, and we never know where we are in it.