There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

The most exhausting effort in my life has been to suppress my own nature in order to make it serve my biggest plans.

A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.

The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

Slave camps under the flag of freedom, massacres justified by philanthropy or the taste of the superhuman, cripple judgment. On the day when crime puts on the apparel of innocence, through a curious reversal peculiar to our age, it is innocence that is called on to justify itself. The purpose of this essay is to accept and study that strange challenge.

The mistake that men make is that they do not believe in theater. Otherwise, they would know that every man is allowed to play thecelestial tragedies and to become god. All he has to do is harden his heart.