My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.

The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.

Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.

A decadent civilization compromises with its disease, cherishes the virus infecting it, loses its self-respect.

The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.