Someone who does not write books, who thinks a lot, and who lives in unsatisfying society will usually be a good letter- writer.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

The most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

A very popular error: having the courage of one's convictions; rather it is a matter of having the courage for an attack on one's convictions.

Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain?

No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.