We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.