A civilization begins to decline the moment Life becomes its sole obsession.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.