The essence of morality is a questioning about morality; and the decisive move of human life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.

The emotional element which gives an obsessive value to communal existence is death.

My true church is a whorehouse – the only one that gives me true satisfaction.

Thought does not ennoble us and neither does it differentiate humans from other animals.

How cruel my suffering is,—no one is more talkative than I am!

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.