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

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.

We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.