There is no limit to suffering.
At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j’ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.
It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: in truth, it is itself the quintessence of injustice.
To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!
My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.
We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.
I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.
I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.
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 fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
All great ideas should be followed by an exclamation mark - a warning signal similar to the skull and crossbones drawn on high-voltage transformers.
Utopia is the grotesque en rose, the need to associate happiness - that is, the improbable - with becoming, and to coerce an optimistic, aerial vision to the point where it rejoins its own source: the very cynicism it sought to combat. In short, a monstrous fantasy.
Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.
In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.
Every profound dissatisfaction is of a religious nature: our failures derive from our incapacity to conceive of paradise and to aspire to it, as our discomforts from the fragility of our relations with the absolute.
I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.
We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.
the deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life.
Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.
Word - that invisible dagger.
Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.
Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.
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