It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.

So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.

[Stéphane Mallarmé] theory of the hermetic is a mistake, but he can be only difficult to read when he has difficult things to say.