How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.

Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

To accomplish nothing and die of the strain