How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.

The reaction against your own thought in itself lends life to thought. How this reaction is born is hard to describe, because it identifies with the very rare intellectual tragedies. The tension, the degree and level of intensity of a thought proceeds from its internal antinomies, which in turn are derived from the unsolvable contradictions of a soul. Thought cannot solve the contradictions of the soul. As far as linear thinking is concerned, thoughts mirror themselves in other thoughts, instead of mirroring a destiny.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.