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.

The mind advances only when it has the patience to go in circles, in other words, to deepen.

Refinement is a sign of a deficient vitality, in art, in love, and in everything.

To make more plans than an explorer or a crook, yet to be infected at the will's very root.

When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

Psychoanalysis will be entirely discredited one of these days, no doubt about it. Which will not keep it from destroying our last vestiges of naivete. After psychoanalysis, we can never again be innocent.

Endless brooding over a question undermines you as much as a dull pain.

Only those moments count when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than to exchange a word with someone.