Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves. |
Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty. |
Everything is pathology, except for indifference. |
Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave. |
Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off. |
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling. |
Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all. |
Nothing proves that we are more than nothing. |
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes. |
The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster. |
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls. |
Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth. |
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil. |
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself. |
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh. |
Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious. |
When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves. |
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there. |
To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten. |
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing. |