What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?
I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.
One hardly saves a world without ruling it.
Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.