Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

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

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.