A 'modern' man has nothing to add to modernism, if only because he has nothing to oppose it with. The well-adapted drop off the dead limb of time like lice.

There is no doubt: the study of man is just beginning, at the same time that his end is in sight

The act of naming is the great and solemn consolation of mankind

The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.

The great writers of aphorisms read as if they had all known each other well.

Whether or not God is dead: it is impossible to keep silent about him who was there for so long.

He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.