Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more chances of saving himself by hell than by paradise.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.

Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

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.