But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]

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

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.

To be understood is to prostitute oneself