Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.
Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.
The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?
All people see fires, storms, explosions, or landscapes; but how many feel the flames, the lightnings, the whirlwinds, or the harmony? How many have an inner beauty that tinges their melancholy?