We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.