What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another.

It is not by believing but by doubting that one can attain to the truth, which is ever changing form and condition.

To write does not mean to convert the real into words but to make the power of the word real.

Man is an idiot. He doesn't know how to do anything without copying, without imitating, without plagiarizing, without aping. It might even have been that man invented generation by coitus after seeing the grasshopper copulate.

There is always time to take more time.