Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would inherent my ailments.

Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.