One Is And Remains A Slave As

When You Have Understood That Nothing Is, That Things Do Not Even Deserve The Status Of Appearances, You No Longer Need To Be Saved, You Are Saved, And Miserable Forever.

I Dream Of A Language Whose Words, Like Fists, Would Fracture Jaws.

There Is Only One Thing Worse Than Boredom, And That Is The Fear Of Boredom.

Life Creates Itself In Delirium And Is Undone In Ennui.

Every Word Affords Me Pain. Yet How Sweet It Would Be If I Could Hear What The Flowers Have To Say About Death!