We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.
No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.
Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.
The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.