Society: an inferno of saviors!

All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.