Thus, as a result of heightened consciousness, a man feels as if it's all right if he's bad as long as he knows it- as though that were any consolation.

I almost do not exist now and I know it; God knows what lives in me in place of me.

Oh, if only I did nothing simply as a result of laziness.

We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it.

Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.

The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.

You see I kept asking myself then: why am I so stupid that if others are stupid—and I know they are—yet I won't be wiser?