I hold firmly to my original views. After all I am a philosopher.

I am a little deaf, a little blind, a little important and on top of this are two or three abominable infirmities, but nothing destroys my hope.

Exaggeration, the inseparable companion of greatness.

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?

History is the study of the world's crime

I hold firmly to my original views. After all I am a philosopher.

If you wish to converse with me, define your terms.