To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.
Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.
Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.
We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.
Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.