There is a kind of pleasure which comes from sacrilege or the profanation of the objects offered us for worship.

I don't know what the heart is, not I: I only use the word to denote the mind's frailties.

I want to be the victim of his errors.

Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.

In an age that is utterly corrupt, the best policy is to do as others do.

Get it into your head once and for all, my simple and very fainthearted fellow, that what fools call humanness is nothing but a weakness born of fear and egoism; that this chimerical virtue, enslaving only weak men, is unknown to those whose character is formed by stoicism, courage, and philosophy.

God strung up his own son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he would do to me.