Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.

A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.

Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself-there is no wish I make more often.