No ends, simply means.

The most loathsome materialism is not the kind people usually think of, but the sort that attempts to let dead ideas pass for living realities, diverting into sterile myths the stubborn and lucid attention we give to what we have within us that must forever die.

There is no shame in preferring happiness.

When the throne of God is overturned, the rebel realizes that it is now his own responsibility to create the justice, order, and unity that he sought in vain within his own condition, and in this way to justify the fall of God. Then begins the desperate effort to create, at the price of crime and murder if necessary, the dominion of man.

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.

One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.