Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.

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.

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

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

We have convictions only if we have studied nothing thoroughly.

That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit.