I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.

There's no tyrant like a brain.

It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.

That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.

There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.

In the whole of your absurd past you discover so much that's absurd, so much deceit and credulity, that it might be a good idea to stop being young this minute, to wait for youth to break away from you and pass you by, to watch it going away, receding in the distance, to see all its vanity, run your hand through the empty space it has left behind, take a last look at it, and then start moving, make sure your youth has really gone, and then calmly, all by yourself, cross to the other side of Time to see what people and things really look like.

An Immense hatred keeps me alive... i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.