Romanian Language: a mixture of sun and dung with all its nostalgic ugliness, language of an accession to disaster.

Pursued by our origins:we all are.

If a man has not, by the time he is 30, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism, I don't know if he is to be admired or scorned-a saint or a corp…

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…