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