Man Is Nothing Else But What He

She Suffers As A Miser. She Must Be Miserly With Her Pleasures, As Well. I Wonder If Sometimes She Doesn't Wish She Were Free Of This Monotonous Sorrow, Of These Mutterings Which Start As Soon As She Stops Singing, If She Doesn't Wish To Suffer Once And For All, To Drown Herself In Despair. In Any Case, It Would Be Impossible For Her: She Is Bound.

All Human Actions Are Equivalent... And All Are On Principle Doomed To Failure.

A Writer Who Takes Political, Social Or Literary Positions Must Act Only With The Means That Are His. These Means Are The Written Words.

It Is Certain That We Cannot Escape Anguish, For We Are Anguish.

Once Liberty Has Exploded In The Soul Of A Man, The Gods Can Do Nothing Against That Man.