What is pity but the vice of kindness.

The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.

No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.