The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

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

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.