Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.
You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.