Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
Nothing goes sour more easily than the life of pleasure.
Excrement can never be culturally elaborated to the extent that nutriment can.
Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.
Man invented the gods. Then the gods went off on their own, but not far.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.