In the fight between you and the world, back the world.

The worries that are the burden of which the privileged person makes an excuse in dealing with the oppressed person are in fact the worries about preserving his privileged condition.

Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.