Where Would His Torture Be, Indeed, If

What Must Be Remembered In Any Case Is That Secret Complicity That Joins The Logical And The Everyday To The Tragic.

We Come Into The World Laden With The Weight Of An Infinite Necessity.

My Life Was Lucky So That I Met, I Loved (and Disappointed) Only Outstanding People.

What Is Called A Reason For Living Is Also An Excellent Reason For Dying.

I Always Found Misogyny Vulgar And Stupid, And I Found Almost All The Women I Have Known To Be My Betters. However, Placing Them So High, I Used Them More Often Than I Served Them. How Does One Make Sense Of This?