Tyrants are always assassinated too late. That is their great excuse.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

To live in any true sense of the word is to reject others; to accept them, one must be able to renounce, to do oneself violence, to act against one's own nature, to weaken oneself; we conceive freedom only for ourselves - we extend it to our neighbours only at the cost of exhausting efforts; whence the precariousness of liberalism, a defiance of our instincts, a brief and miraculous success, a state of exception, at the antipodes of our deepest imperatives.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more to ourselves and became the center, the object of our murderous inclinations, the sum of our intolerances would diminish.