[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.

If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.

I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.

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

We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.

A real theatrical experience shakes the calm of the senses, liberates the compressed unconscious and drives towards a kind of potential revolt . . .

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.