I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

Men will commit atrocities as long as they believe absurdities.

A witty saying proves nothing.

Paradise is where I am

Christians have been the most intolerant of all men.

Be bold, proclaim it everywhere: They only live who dare.

This is no time to be making new enemies.