True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables. It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.

I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.

The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.