Afflicted with existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.