God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.
Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.
It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false