On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.

A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.

Try to be free: you will die of hunger.