Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

Sacrifice is nothing other than the production of sacred things.

Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood.

To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on the condition that they may be insipid.

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

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

A judgment about life has no meaning except the truth of the one who speaks last, and the mind is at ease only at the moment when everyone is shouting at once and no one can hear a thing.