Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

People Keep A Dog And Are Ruled By This Dog, And Even Schopenhauer Was Ruled In The End Not By His Head, But By His Dog. This Fact Is More Depressing Than Any Other.

We Publish Only To Satisfy Out Craving For Fame; There's No Other Motive Except The Even Baser One Of Making Money.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

Instead Of Committing Suicide, People Go To Work.