Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.

finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

To place oneself in the position of God is painful: being God is equivalent to being tortured. For being God means that one is in harmony with all that is, including the worst. The existence of the worst evils is unimaginable unless God willed them.

Respect is really only a devious route taken by violence.