We live in the false as long as we have not suffered. But when we begin to suffer, we enter the truth only to regret the false.

If I were to go blind, what would bother me the most would be no longer to be able to stare idiotically at the passing clouds.

Try as I will, I don't see what might exist...

Hope is the normal form of delirium.

Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

All morning, I did nothing but repeat: "Man is an abyss, man is an abyss." — I could not, alas, find anything better.

Even more than in a poem, it is the aphorism that the word is god.

Everyone is mistaken, everyone lives in illusion. At best, we can admit a scale of fictions, a hierarchy of unrealities, giving preference to one rather than to another; but to choose, no, definitely not that...

We regret not having the courage to make such and such decision; we regret much more having made one — any one. Better no action than the consequences of an action.

It makes no sense to say that death is the goal of life, but what else is there to say?