He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.
Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.
How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.
One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.
Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.
Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.