To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
To hope is to contradict the future.
Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.
Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?
One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.