Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.

I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

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.