Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.