Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

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