Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

All great ideas should be followed by an exclamation mark - a warning signal similar to the skull and crossbones drawn on high-voltage transformers.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.