Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.
All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
