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

What are you waiting for in order to give up?

Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.

Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.