To dodge the rules and say useless things sums up the essentially modern attitude.
Let us always search for the impossible, since that is our destiny, and let us search for it by way of the useless, since no path goes by any other way, but let us rise to the consciousness that nothing we search for can be found, and that nothing along the way deserves a fond kiss or memory.
I've always felt an almost physical repugnance for secret things — intrigues, diplomacy, secret societies, occultism.
If you cannot live alone, then you were born a slave.
No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.
By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night they're full of a meaningless lack of it.