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

Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.

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.

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.

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.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.