I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?

One cannot live without motives. I have no motives left, and I am living.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.

We have convictions only if we have studied nothing thoroughly.

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

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this and I do not. Everything is unique - and insignificant.

There was a time when time did not yet exist.