The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.
The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.
We inhabit a language rather than a country.
Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.
I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.
History proves nothing because it contains everything.