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

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.

In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds.

I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.

And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

When we speak the word 'life,' it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.

We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.