It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.

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?

... "The world is afflicted with death and decay, therefore the wise do not grieve, knowing the terms of the world, " says an old Buddhist teaching. In other words: Get used to it.

I guess I wouldn't want to be rich. you'd never be sure if people liked you for what you were or what you had.--Tellie

People who logically examine their relationships cannot sustain them. Two bodies, two minds, two emotions can never fit perfectly.

A soldier is an anachronism of which we must get rid.

A prince indebted is a fortune made.

I'm always dreaming and doing.

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.

Sociopathy is the inability to process emotional experience, including love and caring, except when such experience can be calculated as a coldly intellectual task.

Having personal things in balance is more important than the other.

Out in the world not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather anything might happen, always did.