I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing.

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.