Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.

As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.