I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.

I drink because I wish to multiply my sufferings.

Sometimes we desire absolute nonsense because in our stupidity we see in this nonsense the easiest way of attaining some conjectural good.

A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others.

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

You can be sincere and still be stupid.

Truly great men must, I think, experience great sorrow on the earth.