A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

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

No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.