Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.

Progress is the life-style of man.

Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?

There exists, at the bottom of all abasement and misfortune, a last extreme which rebels and joins battle with the forces of law and respectability in a desperate struggle, waged partly by cunning and partly by violence, at once sick and ferocious, in which it attacks the prevailing social order with the pin-pricks of vice and the hammer-blows of crime.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

I dislike wealth and prosperity, especially that of other men.

I see black light (his last words)