A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.

What is a firm hand to me, of what use to me is this astonishing power if I cannot change the order of things, if I cannot make the sun set in the east, that suffering diminish and that beings no longer die?

It is easier to kill what we do not know.

Truth, like light is dazzling. By contrast, untruth is a beautiful sunset that enhances everything.

Crime too is a form of solitude, even if one thousand get together to commit it. And it is right for me to die alone, after having lived and killed alone.

Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.