To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying

The Desire To Die Was My One And Only Concern; To It I Have Sacrificed Everything, Even Death.

A Distant Enemy Is Always Preferable To One At The Gate.

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

Lucidity's Task: To Attain A Correct Despair, An Olympian Ferocity.

The Truly Solitary Being Is Not The Man Who Is Abandoned By Men, But The Man Who Suffers In Their Midst, Who Drags His Desert Through The Marketplace And Deploys His Talents As A Smiling Leper, A Mountebank Of The Irreparable.