A sensation must have fallen very low to deign to turn into an idea.
Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.
No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.
No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.
Everything is pathology, except for indifference.
I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.