All great innovations are built on rejections.

That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.

Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.

Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

All in all, death is something like marriage.