What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?

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

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

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

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.