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

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.

Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?