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

My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

Basis of society: anonymous sweat.

If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

The importance of insomnia is so colossal that I am tempted to define man as the animal who cannot sleep. Why call him a rational animal when other animals are equally reasonable? But there is not another animal in the entire creation that wants to sleep yet cannot.

Show me one thing here on earth which has begun well and not ended badly. The proudest palpitations are engulfed in a sewer, where they cease throbbing, as though having reached their natural term: this downfall constitutes the heart's drama and the negative meaning of history.