Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.

A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

Utopia is the grotesque en rose, the need to associate happiness - that is, the improbable - with becoming, and to coerce an optimistic, aerial vision to the point where it rejoins its own source: the very cynicism it sought to combat. In short, a monstrous fantasy.