Beware of thinkers whose minds function only when they are fueled by a quotation.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.

History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.