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

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent to exist.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

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