Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out. I am a fossil dating from the beginning of the world: not all of its elements have completely crystallized, and initial chaos still shows through. I am absolute contradiction, climax of antinomies, the last limit of tension; in me anything is possible, for I am he who at the supreme moment, in front of absolute nothingness, will laugh.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.