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.

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 …

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

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.