Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.