The criminal type is the type of the strong human being under unfavorable circumstances: a strong human being made sick.

The better the state is established, the fainter is humanity. To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task.

Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

He who rejoices even at the stake triumphs not over pain but over the absence of pain where he had anticipated feeling it. A parable.

It is regrettable that a Dostoyevsky did not live near this most interesting of all decadents (Jesus Christ) - I mean someone who would have known how to sense the very stirring charm of such a mixture of the sublime, the sickly, and the childlike.

The good displeases us when we are not up to it.