The Triumph Of Vegetation Is Total.

A Source Of Permanent, Accessible Pleasure, Our Genitals Exist. The God Who Created Our Misfortune, Who Made Us Short-lived, Vain And Cruel, Has Also Provided This Form Of Meagre Compensation. If We Couldn't Have Sex From Time To Time, What Would Life Be? A Futile Struggle Against Joints That Stiffen, Caries That Form. All Of Which, Moreover, Is As Uninteresting As Humanly Possible - The Collagen Which Makes Muscles Stiffen, The Appearance Of Microbic Cavities In The Gums.

Anything Can Happen In Life, Especially Nothing.

Life Is Painful And Disappointing. It Is Useless, Therefore, To Write New Realistic Novels. We Generally Know Where We Stand In Relation To Reality And Don’t Care To Know Any More.

When A Country Is Strong... It Accepts Any Dose Of Pessimism From Its Writers.

It's A Curious Idea To Reproduce When You Don't Even Like Life.