It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist. — Charles Baudelaire. French poet and critic (1821–1867)
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.