I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
It's impossible to defend oneself in the absence of goodwill
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.
God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.