If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

One hardly saves a world without ruling it.

A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.