The literary man? An indiscreet man, who devaluates his miseries, divulges them, tells them like so many beads: immodesty-the sideshow of second thoughts-is his rule; he offers himself.

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.