What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.

In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.