Far From Diminishing The Appetite For Power,

The Refutation Of Suicide: Is It Not Inelegant To Abandon A World Which Has So Willingly Put Itself At The Service Of Our Melancholy?

Man Must Vanquish Himself, Must Do Himself Violence, In Order To Perform The Slightest Action Untainted By Evil.

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

Self-conscious Rejection Of The Absolute Is The Best Way To Resist God; Thus Illusion, The Substance Of Life, Is Saved.

Espousing The Melancholy Of Ancient Symbols, I Would Have Freed Myself.