Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

The sovereign being is burdened with a servitude that crushes him, and the condition of free men is deliberate servility.

Eroticism is the approval of life unto death.

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.

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.

Nothing is more necessary or stronger in us than rebellion.