He Who Hates Himself Is Not Humble.

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

Paradise Was Unendurable, Otherwise The First Man Would Have Adapted To It; This World Is No Less So, Since Here We Regret Paradise Or Anticipate Another One. What To Do? Where To Go? Do Nothing And Go Nowhere, Easy Enough.

Life Creates Itself In Delirium And Is Undone In Ennui.

Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole Experience Of Time.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist. … The Rejection Of Birth Is Nothing But The Nostalgia For This Time Before Time.