Everything is pathology, except for indifference.
The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.
Normal people have nothing to forget.
Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.
Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.
Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.