Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.
Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.
Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.
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.
If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.