For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.

You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action. This is called becoming a man.

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.