It is clear that the world is purely parodic, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.

I teach the art of turning anguish into delight.

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

The emotional element which gives an obsessive value to communal existence is death.

Thought does not ennoble us and neither does it differentiate humans from other animals.

Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror