Society: an inferno of saviors!

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.

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

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

If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.

What necessity impels a writer who has produced fifty books to write still one more? Why this proliferation, this fear of being forgotten, this debased coquetry?