Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.
If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.
Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?
To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.
It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.