There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

In normal times all of us know, whether consciously or not, that there is no love which can't be bettered; nevertheless, we reconcile ourselves more or less easily to the fact that ours has never risen above the average.

All that I know most surely about morality and obligations I owe to football.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

The reasoning is classic in its clarity. If God does not exist, Kirilov is god. If God does not exist, Kirilov must kill himself. Kirilov must therefore kill himself to become god. That logic is absurd, but it is what is needed.