In Guinea I Could Read [franz] Kafka.

It Is Enough That One Man Hate Another For Hate To Gain, Little By Little, All Mankind.

One Is Still What One Is Going To Cease To Be And Already What One Is Going To Become. One Lives One's Death, One Dies One's Life.

If I Became A Philosopher, If I Have So Keenly Sought This Fame For Which I'm Still Waiting, It's All Been To Seduce Women Basically.

We Must Act Out Passion Before We Can Feel It.

Originally, Poetry Creates The Myth, While The Prose-writer Draws Its Portrait.