No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.

Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.