Without its assiduity to the ridiculous, would the human race have lasted more than a single generation?

Anxiety - or the fanaticism of the worst.

In our fear, we are victims of an aggression of the Future.

We always love . . . despite; and that "despite" covers an infinity.

The lover who kills himself for a girl has an experience which is more complete and much more profound than the hero who overturns the world.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

For two thousand years, Jesus has revenged himself on us for not having died on a sofa.

The Creation was the first act of sabotage.

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

Only the idiot is equipped to breathe.