One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.
Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.
A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.