It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.

To hope is to contradict the future.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.