We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

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

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.