Reality Is A Creation Of Our Excesses.

Impossible To Spend Sleepless Nights And Accomplish Anything: If, In My Youth, My Parents Had Not Financed My Insomnias, I Should Surely Have Killed Myself.

Skepticism Is The Sadism Of Embittered Souls.

An Existence Transfigured By Failure.

Show Me One Thing Here On Earth Which Has Begun Well And Not Ended Badly. The Proudest Palpitations Are Engulfed In A Sewer, Where They Cease Throbbing, As Though Having Reached Their Natural Term: This Downfall Constitutes The Heart's Drama And The Negative Meaning Of History.

We Must Suffer To The End, To The Moment When We Stop Believing In Suffering.