Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives.

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.

The past is the luxury of proprietors.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.