What are you waiting for in order to give up?
Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.
There is no limit to suffering.
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.
Everything is pathology, except for indifference.