One Hardly Saves A World Without Ruling

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

He Who Has Never Envied The Vegetable Has Missed The Human Drama.

I Try--without Success--to Stop Finding Reasons For Vanity In Anything. When I Happen To Manage It Nonetheless, I Feel That I No Longer Belong To The Mortal Gang. I Am Above Everything Then, Above The Gods Themselves. Perhaps That Is What Death Is: A Sensation Of Great, Of Extreme Superiority.

Every Profound Dissatisfaction Is Of A Religious Nature: Our Failures Derive From Our Incapacity To Conceive Of Paradise And To Aspire To It, As Our Discomforts From The Fragility Of Our Relations With The Absolute.

Espousing The Melancholy Of Ancient Symbols, I Would Have Freed Myself.