Pursued By Our Origins... We

We Must Suffer To The End, To The Moment When We Stop Believing In Suffering.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist. … The Rejection Of Birth Is Nothing But The Nostalgia For This Time Before Time.

Our Works, Whatever They May Be, Derive From Our Incapacity To Kill Or To Kill Ourselves.

One Is And Remains A Slave As Long As One Is Not Cured Of Hoping.

If A Man Has Not, By The Time He Is Thirty, Yielded To The Fascination Of Every Form Of Extremism—i Don't Know Whether He Is To Be Admired Or Scorned, Regarded As A Saint Or A Corpse.