Albert Caraco Quotes

For me, nothingness has a charm that the abortions that populate this place could never have and never will have. I thank heaven that I live here; leaving this world doesn't take any effort.

It's because life itself is inhuman that men are not human.

If the fornicators sin, those who impregnate sin a hundred times more.

French, German, English and Spanish are four admirable languages and I manage to express myself in all of them with more or less skill.

I am a racist and a colonialist.

Our most terrifying fears and our innermost secret desires for extermination are reflected in this elegant and profound book, without any sort of leniency to attenuate the disgust and hopelessness we feel when faced with a humanity constantly atrophied by a series of values and practices that lead to chaos.

L’Âge d’Homme, Lausanne (1985), p. 37

L’Âge d’Homme, Lausanne (1975), p. 92

In every saint there lurks an arrant knave, the marrow of all holiness being absolute hellishness. That's why our Saviors are of no avail, their remedies being too strong for the common man, who is the puppet of his fleshly appetite and not a sinner.

I was born to myself between 1946 and 1948, I then opened my eyes on the world, until that moment I have been blind.

The fact that we suffer doesn't necessarily imply that pain is meaningful; quite the contrary! It's always pointless to endure pain, but our vanity refuses to admit it, and therefore builds castles in the air to amuse itself with illusions, which is also called metaphysics.

L’Âge d’Homme, Lausanne (1985), p. 140

L’Âge d’Homme, Lausanne (1985), p. 118

Our moral ideas are not transcendent, our moral ideas are historical and History obeys to changing Aions, we feel that ours is fading and no authority can enforce confidence rooted in what no power includes : in Sensibility itself. To every Aion a new Sensibility adheres and to each Sensibility another Aion is related, sin is nowhere, we only see abuse and worst among abuses, the delusion of sin as such.

The educated reader knows, as he reads me, that he is listening to a fugue in four voices.