In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

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

I have never voted in my life... I have always known and understood that the idiots are in a majority so it's certain they will win.

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.

Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

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.