You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!

Irony is the glory of slaves.

The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.

I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I've devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy