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

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.

The sacred demands the violation of what is normally the object of terrified respect.

Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood.

[F]or academic men to be happy, the universe would have to take shape. All of philosophy has no other goal: it is a matter of giving a frock coat to what is, a mathematical frock coat. On the other hand, affirming that the universe resembles nothing and is only formless amounts to saying that the universe is something like a spider or spit.

Not every woman is a prostitute, but prostitution is the natural apotheosis of the feminine attitude.

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