Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity; – for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.