You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.
My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
Democracy is an abuse of statistics.
Reading is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.