What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
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.
