For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

The human is indissolubly linked with imitation: a human being only becomes human at all by imitating other human beings.

Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.

In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.