Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

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.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.