Happiness lies not in happiness but only in the attempt to achieve it.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up.

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

On our earth we can only love withsuffering and through suffering.

I swear to you, sirs, that excessive consciousness is a disease--a genuine, absolute disease.

It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.

Now I'm living out my life in a corner, trying to console myself with the stupid, useless excuse that an intelligent man cannot turn himself into anything, that only a fool can make anything he wants out of himself.