The 'west'-what curse has fallen upon it that at the term of its trajectory it produces only these businessmen, these shopkeepers, these racketeers with their blank stares and atrophied smiles... is it with such vermin as this that a civilization so delicate and so complex must come to an end?

Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself-there is no wish I make more often.

For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.