I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.
Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.
My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.