There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.

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