No One Can Enjoy Freedom Without Trembling.

Were We To Undertake An Exhaustive Self-scrutiny, Disgust Would Paralyze Us, We Would Be Doomed To A Thankless Existence.

I Seem To Myself, Among Civilized Men, An Intruder, A Troglodyte Enamored Of Decrepitude, Plunged Into Subversive Prayers.

Criticism Is A Misconception: We Must Read Not To Understand Others But To Understand Ourselves.

One Is And Remains A Slave As Long As One Is Not Cured Of Hoping.

What A Pity That 'nothingness' Has Been Devalued By An Abuse Of It Made By Philosophers Unworthy Of It!