If life — the craving for which is the very essence of our being — were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would be no such thing as boredom at all: mere existence would satisfy us in itself, and we should want for nothing.

Every hero is a Samson. The strong man succumbs to the intrigues of the weak and the many; and if in the end he loses all patience he crushes both them and himself.

Everybody's friend is nobody's.

Music is the melody whose text is the world.

Most men are so thoroughly subjective that nothing really interests them but themselves.

If at any moment Time stays his hand, it is only when we are delivered over to the miseries of boredom.

...this our world, which is so real, with all its suns and milky ways is-nothing.