Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.
I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.
Tyrants are always assassinated too late. That is their great excuse.
Normal people have nothing to forget.
Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.