The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth. |
A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself. |
Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness. |
One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other. |
The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary. |
We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us. |
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers. |
We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves. |
Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion. |
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment. |
To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy. |
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory. |
Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves. |
Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors. |
In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary. |
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one. |
Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui. |
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. |
Reason is a whore, surviving by simulation, versatility, and shamelessness. |
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself. |