A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.

In most cases we attach ourselves to God in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

If our fellow men could be aware of our opinions about them, love, friendship, and devotion would be forever erased from the dictionaries; and if we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.