In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.

Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.

Man is unacceptable.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

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.