There is no limit to suffering.
One cannot live without motives. I have no motives left, and I am living.
The universal view melts things into a blur.
Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
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.