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I Was Walking Late One Night Along A Tree-lined Path; A Chestnut Fell At My Feet. The Noise It Made As It Burst, The Resonance It Provoked In Me, And An Upheaval Out Of All Proportion To This Insignificant Event Thrust Me Into Miracle, Into The Rapture Of The Definitive, As If There Were No More Questions-only Answers. I Was Drunk On A Thousand Unexpected Discoveries, None Of Which I Could Make Use Of. ... This Is How I Nearly Reached The Supreme. But Instead I Went On With My Walk.

There Is No Other World. Nor Even This One. What, Then, Is There? The Inner Smile Provoked In Us By The Patent Nonexistence Of Both.

A Self-respecting Man Is A Man Without A Country. A Fatherland Is Birdlime.

Great Persecutors Are Recruited Among Martyrs Whose Heads Haven't Been Cut Off.

We Must Learn How To Explode! Any Disease Is Healthier Than The One Provoked By A Hoarded Rage.