Those Who Write Clearly Have Readers.

This Absurd, Godless World Is, Then, Peopled With Men Who Think Clearly And Have Ceased To Hope. And I Have Not Yet Spoken Of The Most Absurd Character, Who Is The Creator.

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.

Happiness Is Generous. It Does Not Subsist On Destruction.

I Am Too Far Away From What I Love And My Distance Is Without Remedy.

To Write Is To Become Disinterested. There Is A Certain Renunciation In Art.