If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

What are we doing here, that is the question.

Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.