What Can Be Said, Lacks Reality. Only

Our First Intuitions Are The True Ones.

The History Of Ideas Is The History Of The Grudges Of Solitary Men.

I Live Only Because It Is In My Power To Die When I Choose To: Without The Idea Of Suicide, I'd Have Killed Myself Right Away.

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

Negation Is The Mind's First Freedom, Yet A Negative Habit Is Fruitful Only So Long As We Exert Ourselves To Overcome It, Adapt It To Our Needs; Once Acquired It Can Imprison Us.