The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

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

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.