The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.
There are those that even God exploits, and they are prophets and saints in the vacuousness of the world.
This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.
I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.
The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.
I pass times, I pass silences, formless worlds pass me by.
Literature exists because the world isn't enough.
Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.
I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.