I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair?

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

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.

I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair?

The truth is paradoxical to the extent of being exactly contrary to the usual perception.

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

My true church is a whorehouse – the only one that gives me true satisfaction.