My Mission Is To Kill Time, And

Lucidity's Task: To Attain A Correct Despair, An Olympian Ferocity.

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

This Very Second Has Vanished Forever, Lost In The Anonymous Mass Of The Irrevocable. It Will Never Return. I Suffer From This And I Do Not. Everything Is Unique - And Insignificant.

We Understand God By Everything In Ourselves That Is Fragmentary, Incomplete, And Inopportune.

It Is Enough For Me To Hear Someone Talk Sincerely About Ideals, About The Future, About Philosophy, To Hear Him Say “we" With A Certain Inflection Of Assurance, To Hear Him Invoke "others" And Regard Himself As Their Interpreter - For Me To Consider Him My Enemy.