An existence transfigured by failure.
When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.
I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.
Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.
There is no limit to suffering.
In most cases we attach ourselves to in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.