What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

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.

For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.