There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

If God did not exist, we should have to invent him. If God did exist, we should have to abolish Him.

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.

To write is to become disinterested. There is a certain renunciation in art.

Empires and churches are born under the sun of death.