But how is one to make a scientist understand that there is something unalterably deranged about differential calculus, quantum theory, or the obscene and so inanely liturgical ordeals of the precession of the equinoxes.

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

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

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

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.

So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.

I myself am an absolute abyss.