Long only for what you have.
Woe to these people who have no appetite for the very dish that their age serves up.
Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.
I do not love men: I love what devours them.
So long as we live among men, let us cherish humanity.
With each book you write you should lose the admirers you gained with the previous one.