Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.
We inhabit a language rather than a country.
Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.
A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.
Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more to ourselves and became the center, the object of our murderous inclinations, the sum of our intolerances would diminish.