I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

Everything is pathology, except for indifference.

As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?