There is only violence in the universe.
All is for the worst, since nothing is where it belongs.
Whatever is "where it belongs", whatever is normal,
leaves the mind indifferent, benumbed,
while frustration and disposession enhance and animate it.
A thinker is enriched by all that escapes him, all that is taken from him.
If he should happen to lose his country, what a windfall!
Anathemas and Admirations