If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.