Crime is a fact of the human species, a fact of that species alone, but it is above all the secret aspect, impenetrable and hidden. Crime hides, and by far the most terrifying things are those which elude us.

Sacrifice is nothing other than the production of sacred things.

To choose evil is to choose freedom, emancipation from all restraint.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

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

It is clear that the world is purely parodic, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.

Sanity is the lot of those who are most obtuse, for lucidity destroys one's equilibrium: it is unhealthy to honestly endure the labors of the mind which incessantly contradict what they have just established.