The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.