Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself; I would have shared the dignity of the abandoned gods, defending them against the insid…

Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.