A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It's almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.