If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."
History proves nothing because it contains everything.
Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.
He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.
The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.