Try to be free: you will die of hunger.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

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

Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

Afflicted with existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.