The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
To accomplish nothing and die of the strain
You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.
A decadent civilization compromises with its disease, cherishes the virus infecting it, loses its self-respect.
What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.
Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.