There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness

In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.

I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.

Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.

And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul – the intimate will to die, to finish, not to see more light over any city, not to think, not to feel, to leave behind like wrapping paper the course of the sun and the days, to rid myself, at the edge of the grand bed, as of a heavy suit, of the involuntary effort to be.

I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally.

Myth is the nothing that is all.