The only way of enduring one disaster after the next is to love the very idea of disaster: if we succeed, there are no further surprises, we are superior to whatever occurs, we are invincible victims.

A decadent civilization compromises with its disease, cherishes the virus infecting it, loses its self-respect.

History proves nothing because it contains everything.

To accomplish nothing and die of the strain

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

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.