In most cases we attach ourselves to in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society

Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.

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.