If man is reduced to being nothing but a character in history, he has no other choice but to subside into the sound and fury of acompletely irrational history or to endow history with the form of human reason.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

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.

Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.

I do not want to found anything on the incomprehensible. I want to know whether I can live with what I know and with that alone.

Don't let them tell us stories.

No matter what cause one defends, it will suffer permanent disgrace if one resorts to blind attacks on crowds of innocent people.