A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.
A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation’s paradise and its tomb.
Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher’s the poet’s equal there.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.
Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.
For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.
Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?
God - a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.
Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven’t been cut off.
I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.
I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.
I’m simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.
In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.
In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.
Isn’t history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?
It is because we are all imposters that we endure each other.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
My mission is to kill time, and time’s to kill me in its turn.
How comfortable one is among murderers.
Negation is the mind’s first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.
No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language.
That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.
One hardly saves a world without ruling it.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
Reason is a whore, surviving by simulation, versatility, and shamelessness.
We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.
When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.
Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.
Word - that invisible dagger.
You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.
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