I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.
Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.
Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.
Ideas should be neutral. But man animates them with his passions and folly. Impure and turned into beliefs, they take on the appearance of reality. The passage from logic is consummated. Thus are born ideologies, doctrines, and bloody farce.