An existence transfigured by failure.

Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.

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

I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.