Only One Thing Matters: Learning To Be

Everything Turns On Pain; The Rest Is Accessory, Even Nonexistent, For We Remember Only What Hurts. Painful Sensations Being The Only Real Ones, It Is Virtually Useless To Experience Others.

Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain Shameless-ness.

If A Man Has Not, By The Time He Is Thirty, Yielded To The Fascination Of Every Form Of Extremism—i Don't Know Whether He Is To Be Admired Or Scorned, Regarded As A Saint Or A Corpse.

I Dream Of A Language Whose Words, Like Fists, Would Fracture Jaws.

Espousing The Melancholy Of Ancient Symbols, I Would Have Freed Myself.