"Os que dirigem o povo também são estúpidos, só que, ao invés de obedecer aos homens, obedecem aos princípios que só podem ser estúpidos, estéreis e falsos, pela simples razão de serem princípios, isto é, idéias consideradas como certas e imutáveis, neste mundo, onde não se tem certeza de nada, já que a luz é uma ilusão, já que o barulho é uma ilusão."

"The majority of our contemporaries who support the infliction of pain upon living creatures for the sake of “research” are concerned with the relief of “suffering” humanity. They are full of that morbid love for the sick and the cripple, for the weak and the disabled of every description, which Christianity has once made fashionable and which is, undoubtedly, one of the most nauseating signs of decay in modern man. Whether they be professed Christians or not, they all cling to the silly belief that it is a “duty” to save, or at least to prolong, at whatever cost, any human life, however worthless — a duty to prolong it, just because it is human. As a consequence, they are prepared to sacrifice any numbers of healthy and beautiful animals, if they imagine that it can help to patch up the failing bodies of people who, most of them, would not have been allowed to live or, rather, would never have been born, in a well-conceived and well-organised society. In their eyes, a human idiot is worth more than the most perfect specimen of animal or plant life. Indeed, as our species degenerates, its conceit grows! And that conceit helps to keep men satisfied, though they be completely cut off from the vision of glorious, healthy perfection that dominated the consciousness of the world in its youth and that still is, and will remain till the end, the inspiring vision of a decreasing minority."

"Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses."

"A única coisa pela qual ansiamos em nossos dias de vida, e que nos faz gemer e suspirar e nos submetermos a todos os tipos de náuseas singelas, é a lembrança de uma alegria perdida que provavelmente foi experimentada no útero e que somente poderá ser reproduzida (apesar de odiarmos admitir isso) na morte. Mas quem que morrer?"