Aphorisms
Psychoanalysis
always looks for the egg
in a basket
that has been lost.
I sample sin as if it were
the beginning of well-being.
I don’t like Paradise
as they probably don’t have obsessions there.
If God absolves me
he always does so
for insufficient
evidence.
Everyone is a friend of his own pathology.
When I raise a toast to madness,
I toast myself as well.
There are nights that don’t
ever happen.
Translated by Douglas Basford.
