Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.
The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.
Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.
We inhabit a language rather than a country.
No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.
Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.