Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.

It isn't pleasant to surrender to the hegemony of a nation which is still wild and primitive, and to concede the absolute superiority of its customs and institutions, science and technology, literature and art. Must one sacrifice so much in the name of the unity of mankind?

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?

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.

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.