What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
There was a time when time did not yet exist.
I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.
In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.
Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.
Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.
Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.
Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.