I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent to live, the unbeliever and the man of faith are fundamentally the same, since both have made the only decision that defines a being.

We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose dying: Everything!

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.