There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.
I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.
Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.
The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.