There is no limit to suffering.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?

Everything is pathology, except for indifference.

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.

Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would inherent my ailments.