We Change Ideas Like Neckties.

It Is Because We Are All Impostors That We Endure Each Other. The Man Who Does Not Consent To Lie Will See The Earth Shrink Under His Feet: We Are Biologically Obliged To The False

Each Time I Fail To Think About Death, I Have The Impression Of Cheating, Of Deceiving Someone In Me.

True Confessions Are Written With Tears Only. But My Tears Would Drown The World, As My Inner Fire Would Reduce It To Ashes.

I Don’t Understand How People Can Believe In God, Even When I Myself Think Of Him Everyday.

If There Is Anyone Who Owes Everything To Bach, It Is Certainly God.