We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

Basis of society: anonymous sweat.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

Everything is pathology, except for indifference.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this and I do not. Everything is unique - and insignificant.

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.