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 cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.

What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

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

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!