Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.