Myth is the nothing that is all.

I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it’s not me.

To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.

Nature is the difference between the soul and God.

There is no happiness without knowledge. But knowledge of happiness is unhappy; for knowing ourselves happy is knowing ourselves passing through happiness, and having to, immediatly at once, leave it behind. To know is to kill, in happiness as in everything. Not to know, though, is not to exist.

Being tired of all illusions and of everything about illusions – the loss of illusions, the uselessness of having them, the prefatigue of having to have them in order to lose them, the sadness of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have to end this way.

And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living.