I myself am an absolute abyss.

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

Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.

I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself

In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.

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.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.