What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.

The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.

Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel

Significance is sweet.

So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.

Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!