Art gives us the illusion of liberation from the sordid business of being.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

There is no happiness without knowledge. But knowledge of happiness is unhappy; for knowing ourselves happy is knowing ourselves passing through happiness, and having to, immediatly at once, leave it behind. To know is to kill, in happiness as in everything. Not to know, though, is not to exist.

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.