It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.
If there were no God, he would have to be invented.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
The consciousness of life is higher than life.
--you wouldn't have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you? Tell me.
One circumstance tormented me then: Namely, that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am only one, and they are all.