A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

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.

Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?