Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.
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.
Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.
Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.