We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.