If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.