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?
Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.
In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.
The Universal view melts things into a blur.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.
Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.
We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.
A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.
It is because we are all imposters that we endure each other.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.
Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.
I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.
Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.
We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.
Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.
To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.
Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.