There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.

The lid is made of stone, and it looks like there is a mechanism to open it.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

Words are all we have.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

What do we do now, now that we are happy?

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

People are bloody ignorant apes.

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.