Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.
Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.
We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.
What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!