The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?
Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.
The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.
We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.