What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

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

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

A book is a suicide postponed.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.