By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.