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

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

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

The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.

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.

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

In all nations an exceptional man exists that compensates the deficiencies of the remainder. In those moments, when humanity is found collectively in a state of decadence, there always remain those exceptional beings as point of reference.