Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.

A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.