In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

Beginning to think is beginning to be undermined. Society has but little connection with such beginnings. The worm is in man's heart. That is where it must be sought. One must follow and understand this fatal game that leads from lucidity in the face of existence to flight from light.

To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

A novel is never anything but a philosophy put into images.