[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.

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.

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

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

In what will survive me I am in harmony with my annihilation.

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.

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.