The Owl Flies, In The Moonlight, Over

Intellectual Despair Results In Neither Weakness Nor Dreams, But In Violence. It Is Only A Matter Of Knowing How To Give Vent To One's Rage; Whether One Only Wants To Wander Like Madmen Around Prisons, Or Whether One Wants To Overturn Them.

Thought Does Not Ennoble Us And Neither Does It Differentiate Humans From Other Animals.

We Did Not Lack Modesty—on The Contrary—but Something Urgently Drove Us To Defy Modesty Together As Immodestly As Possible.

The Difficulty That Contestation Must Be Done In The Name Of An Authority Is Resolved This: I Contest In The Name Of Contestation What Experience Itself Is.

My True Church Is A Whorehouse – The Only One That Gives Me True Satisfaction.