The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.