Indeed, the direction of the future is only there in order to elude us.

The power of death signifies that this real world can only have a neutral image of life, that life's intimacy does not reveal it's dazzling consumption until the moment it gives out.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives.

To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on the condition that they may be insipid.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

We did not lack modesty—on the contrary—but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible.