God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.

What does it matter, all is grace.

A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.

Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice? Let us rather call it injustice, but of a sly effective order, based entirely on cruel knowledge of the resistance of the weak, their capacity for pain, humilation and misery. Injustice sustained at the exact degree of necessary tension to turn the cogs of the huge machine-for-the-making-of-rich-men, without bursting the boiler.

Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.

Hell is not to love anymore.