We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.

To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

Ideas should be neutral. But man animates them with his passions and folly. Impure and turned into beliefs, they take on the appearance of reality. The passage from logic is consummated. Thus are born ideologies, doctrines, and bloody farce.