I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit.

I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.

The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.

Only one endowed with restless vitality is susceptible to pessimism. You become a pessimist-a demonic, elemental, bestial pessimist-only when life has been defeated many times in its fight against depression.

He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.