The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.