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

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

The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

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

The essence of morality is a questioning about morality; and the decisive move of human life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.

The warrior's nobility is like a prostitute's smile, the truth of which is self-interest.

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?