We Change Ideas Like Neckties.

I Seem To Myself, Among Civilized Men, An Intruder, A Troglodyte Enamored Of Decrepitude, Plunged Into Subversive Prayers.

To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying Scorned Than Forgotten.

We Have Lost, Being Born, As Much As We Shall Lose Dying: Everything!

There Is No Other World. Nor Even This One. What, Then, Is There? The Inner Smile Provoked In Us By The Patent Nonexistence Of Both.

One Can Experience Loneliness In Two Ways: By Feeling Lonely In The World Or By Feeling The Loneliness Of The World.