An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

A firm ground helps kickstart a long leap of flight. So keep your foundation strong to rise high.

...friendship is something you do.

May any praise of your character come from others instead of yourself.

The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.

The Evangelical party in the Church of Scotland will lay all flat if they be not prevented.

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

I live on hairspray. The bigger the hair, the closer to God.

It turns out Dungeons & Dragons is much better on paper than it is in reality.

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

Truth stood on one side and Ease on the other; it has often been so.