Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.
You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.
History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.
There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.