If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.

Utopia is the grotesque en rose, the need to associate happiness - that is, the improbable - with becoming, and to coerce an optimistic, aerial vision to the point where it rejoins its own source: the very cynicism it sought to combat. In short, a monstrous fantasy.

Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would inherent my ailments.

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

Society: an inferno of saviors!

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

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!