My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.
What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.
As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?
The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.
I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person
After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.
Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.
Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.
Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?
No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.
Nothing sweeter than to drag oneself along behind events; and nothing more reasonable. But without a strong dose of madness, no initiative, no enterprise, no gesture. Reason: the rust of our vitality. It is the madman in us who forces us to adventure; once he abandons us, we are lost; everything depends on him, even our vegetative life; it is he who invites us, who obliges us to breathe, and it is also he who forces our blood to venture through our veins. Once he withdraws, we are alone indeed! We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.
Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.
Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.
To hope is to contradict the future.
I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.
The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.
If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.
What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.
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