I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.

I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.

I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.

We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.

I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.

The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.

Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.