He Who Hates Himself Is Not Humble.

As Long As One Believes In Philosophy, One Is Healthy; Sickness Begins When One Starts To Think.

History Proves Nothing Because It Contains Everything.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

Crime In Full Glory Consolidates Authority By The Sacred Fear It Inspires.

I Was Walking Late One Night Along A Tree-lined Path; A Chestnut Fell At My Feet. The Noise It Made As It Burst, The Resonance It Provoked In Me, And An Upheaval Out Of All Proportion To This Insignificant Event Thrust Me Into Miracle, Into The Rapture Of The Definitive, As If There Were No More Questions-only Answers. I Was Drunk On A Thousand Unexpected Discoveries, None Of Which I Could Make Use Of. ... This Is How I Nearly Reached The Supreme. But Instead I Went On With My Walk.