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

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.

If I want to realize totality in my consciousness, I have to relate myself to an immense, ludicrous, and painful convulsion of all of humanity.

Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

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

How cruel my suffering is,—no one is more talkative than I am!