The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.

What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

Normal people have nothing to forget.