Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.
There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.
A lawyer is a person who writes a 10,000-word document and calls it a "brief."
He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often — and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human being.
Books are a narcotic.
First impressions are always unreliable.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
All knowledge, the totality of all questions and answers, is contained in the dog.
In the fight between you and the world, back the world.
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.
Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.
The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.
They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.
He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.
The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
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