Ambition Is A Drug That Makes Its

If Each Of Us Were To Confess His Most Secret Desire, The One That Inspires All His Plans, All His Actions, He Would Say: "i Want To Be Praised."

Imaginary Pains Are By Far The Most Real We Suffer, Since We Feel A Constant Need For Them And Invent Them Because There Is No Way Of Doing Without Them.

I Have No Nationality - The Best Possible Status For An Intellectual.

How Easy It Is To Be "deep": All You Have To Do Is Let Yourself Sink Into Your Own Flaws.

By What Aberration Has Suicide, The Only Truly Normal Action, Become The Attribute Of The Flawed?