How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

I consider Les Nourritures Terrestres as a frightening book: "Look for God in no other place than everywhere." Go and tell that to a workman, an engineer!

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

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

Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.

This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.