What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you — what a revelation.

That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit.

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Doutbless, revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim, or else we are tangled in the subtleties of remorse; so vengeance too has its venom, though it comes closer to what we are, to what we feel, to the very law of the self; it is also healthier than magnanimity. The Furies were held to antedate the gods, Zeus included. Vengeance before Divinity! This is the Major intuition of ancient mythology.

Word — that invisible dagger.