Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.

"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.