My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

To hope is to contradict the future.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.