Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.
Two people can form a community by excluding a third.
Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives.
The coward makes himself cowardly, the hero makes himself heroic.
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.