My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

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.

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.