There are things that don't deserve to be said briefly.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.

On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.

To be adult is to be alone.

My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.