Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.
The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.
Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.
Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.