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

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.

Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.

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

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.

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