Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.
What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.
Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?
Tolerance cannot seduce the young.