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

Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

There are certain advantages in being cursed by all and sundry ... especially, it dispenses you with having to be nice to anybody ... there's nothing more emollient, stultifying, emasculating than wanting to be liked ... "not nice!" ... that does it, you're free!.

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

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

Even diseases have lost their prestige, there aren't so many of them left. Think it over... no more syphilis, no more clap, no more typhoid... antibiotics have taken half the tragedy out of medicine.