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.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.

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.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.