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.
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.
