To accomplish nothing and die of the strain

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity; – for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.

I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.