The pendulum oscillates between these two terms: Suffering-that opens a window on the real and is the main condition of the artistic experience, and Boredom ... that must be considered as the most tolerable because the most durable of human evils.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust