There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.

People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.

After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.

What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.

What gives value to travel is fear. It is a fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country, we are seized by a vague fear and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. I look upon it more as an occasion for testing.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.