In What Will Survive Me I Am

To Others, The Universe Seems Decent Because Decent People Have Welded Eyes. That Is Why They Fear Lewdness. They Are Never Frightened By The Crowing Of A Rooster Or When Strolling Under A Starry Heaven. In General, People Savor The "pleasures Of The Flesh" Only On The Condition That They May Be Insipid.

Literature ... Is The Rediscovery Of Childhood.

Intellectual Despair Results In Neither Weakness Nor Dreams, But In Violence. It Is Only A Matter Of Knowing How To Give Vent To One's Rage; Whether One Only Wants To Wander Like Madmen Around Prisons, Or Whether One Wants To Overturn Them.

Incredible Nervous State, Trepidation Beyond Words: To Be This Much In Love Is To Be Sick (and I Love To Be Sick).

Sanity Is The Lot Of Those Who Are Most Obtuse, For Lucidity Destroys One's Equilibrium: It Is Unhealthy To Honestly Endure The Labors Of The Mind Which Incessantly Contradict What They Have Just Established.