Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.
To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.
We inhabit a language rather than a country.
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.
No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.