not trying to be in my time, I try to overwhelm my time.
... let down, how much?, to rediscover the abandonment and grace, idleness and pleasure, without which art, like wine, it is not possible.
is there any philosophy that does not beg forever the principles on which all of it is built?
The number of things that there is no reason for me to say increases every day.
rebel because I believed I could not get or did not want to require of myself that cowardly submission that I had secured accommodation. It is perhaps most Protestant in me: the horror of comfort.
Prodigiously uneducated, with all those nationalists who, under the guise of cultivating their land and only dead, more or less ignored the rest of the world.
I feel so much younger the less time I have to feel it.
is with the good feelings with what is bad literature.
Being is abandoned when it has nothing else to think that in itself.
From the top to the bottom of our society, I see nothing but anxiety, abuse of power, exploitation of others, deception ...
'll shout despite all his lungs: "The horror is safe!" looks like that Marivaux lackey says: "I do not like disrespect me" while receiving a kick in the ass, but if I feel a nameless sadness when I hear those phrases that bloom most all defects that we have lost : idealism lazy and stupid, ignore reality, foresight, irresponsibility and absurd belief in the value of fiduciary phrases and have no other credit in the imagination of fools.
I've seen the wrong things too sinister ...
is too important not to be anywhere, even in oneself.
Andre Gide, Journal
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