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

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

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.

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

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

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.

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.