I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.

In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.

The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.