What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.
I make myself strict rules in order to correct my nature. But it is my nature that I finally obey.
There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
Liberty is dangerous.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear on the contrary that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning