I'm drunk but truthful.

People talk sometimes of a bestial cruelty, but that's a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. The tiger only tears and gnaws, that's all he can do. He would never think of nailing people by the ears, even if he were able to do it.

One must first learn to live oneself before one blames others.

But men love abstract reasoning and neat systematization so much that they think nothing of distorting the truth, closing their eyes and ears to contrary evidence to preserve their logical constructions.

I have no self-respect. But can a man of acute sensibility respect himself at all?

To love another person is to see them as God intended them to be.

It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.