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

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.