There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.
Look, there's no metaphysics on earth but chocolates.
To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.
I always live in the present. The future I can't know. The past I no longer have.
I know nothing and my heart aches
And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living.