What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

Under each formula lies a corpse.