What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?
If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
A book is a suicide postponed.
A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.
Afflicted with existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.