True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

Those who believe in their truth -- the only ones whose imprint is retained by the memory of men -- leave the earth behind them strewn with corpses. Religions number in their ledgers more murders than the bloodiest tyrannies account for, and those whom humanity has called divine far surpass the most conscientious murderers in their thirst for slaughter.