No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.
It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.
There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed.
You can only predict things after they have happened.
For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there as though there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present the constant tearing of the veil of appearances the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart.
Drama lies in extreme exaggeration of the feelings, an exaggeration that dislocates flat everyday reality.