For a long time—always, in fact—I have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it; for this reason and for this reason alone, I have acquired a touch of spiritual pride, so that my existence seems to me the degradation and the erosion of a psalm.

History proves nothing because it contains everything.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

Normal people have nothing to forget.

Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.