Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.
pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.
To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.
I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect
I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.
It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.