There is no work that does not turn against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action.
Every being is a destroyed anthem.
Society is not a disease, but a disaster. It's a stupid miracle that we manage to live in it.
A moment of lucidity, just one; and the webs of the vulgar reality will have been broken so that we can see what we are: illusions of our own thinking.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live, the only one, actually.
Accepting ourselves as we are: the only way to avoid bitterness. When we 'reject ourselves,' instead of paying for it ourselves, we pay with others, and we only segregate bile.
After certain experiences, we should change our name, since we are no longer the same.