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

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.