Oh I've plenty of time, my time is entirely my own.

By interpreting freedom as the propagation and immediate gratification of needs, people distort their own nature, for they engender in themselves a multitude of pointless and foolish desires, habits, and incongruous stratagems. Their lives are motivated only by mutual envy, sensuality, and ostentation.

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.

..., twice two is four is not life, gentlemen, but the beginning of death.

Break what must be broken, once for all, that's all, and take the suffering on oneself.

There is no explaining anything by reasoning and so it is useless to reason.