The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?