We live by action—by acting on desire. Those of us who don't know how to want—whether geniuses or beggars—are related by impotence.
I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.
Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?
Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.
I know nothing and my heart aches
But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?