Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!

Man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find someone quickly to whom he can hand over that great gift of freedom with which the ill-fated creature is born.

What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in general, I mean, the whole race of mankind-then all the rest is prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers and it's all as it should be.

To crush, to annihilate a man utterly, to inflict on him the most terrible of punishments so that the most ferocious murderer would shudder at it and dread it beforehand, one need only give him work of an absolutely, completely useless and irrational character.

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

I want to suffer and be purified by suffering!

It is a law of nature that every decent man on earth is bound to be a coward and a slave