A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

I've always been suspicious of collective truths.

Why was I born, if it wasn't forever?

It's only when I say that everything is incomprehensible that I come as close as possible to understanding the only thing it is given to us to understand.

To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.

If one does not understand the usefulness of the useless and the uselessness of the useful, one cannot understand art.