What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.
