What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society

A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.

Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.