No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.
What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.
Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.
Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.
For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.
The desire to die was my one and only concern to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.