Show me one thing here on earth which has begun well and not ended badly. The proudest palpitations are engulfed in a sewer, where they cease throbbing, as though having reached their natural term: this downfall constitutes the heart's drama and the negative meaning of history.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

Pursued by our origins... we all are.

It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.