I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.

The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives.

We did not lack modesty—on the contrary—but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible.

Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death

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

[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.

Nothing is more necessary or stronger in us than rebellion.