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.

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.

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

There is no limit to suffering.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.

We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.