I Know, I Alone I Know, I

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.

The Abstract Intelligence Produces A Fatigue That's The Worst Of All Fatigues. It Doesn't Weigh On Us Like Bodily Fatigue, Nor Disconcert Like The Fatigue Of Emotional Experience. It's The Weight Of Our Consciousness Of The World, A Shortness Of Breath In Our Soul.

Isn't Joyful Or Painful This Pain In Which I Rejoice

Every Gesture Is A Revolutionary Act.

If After I Die, People Want To Write My Biography, There Is Nothing Simpler. They Only Need Two Dates: The Date Of My Birth And The Date Of My Death. Between One And Another, Every Day Is Mine.