I sometimes think that I enjoy suffering. But the truth is I would prefer something else.

I realize that, while often happy and often cheerful, I am always sad.

But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?

Let's develop theories, patiently and honestly thinking them out, in order to promptly act against them – acting and justifying our actions with new theories that condemn them. Let's cut a path in life and then go immediately against that path. Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't even wish to be, and don't even wish to taken for being.

Tomorrow I too – this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself – yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks these streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder what's become of him?” And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I experience, will be just one less passer-by on the daily streets of some city or other.

There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be.