Under each formula lies a corpse.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.

We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.