There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
Life inspires more dread than death – it is life which is the great unknown.
Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
Glory – once achieved, what is it worth?
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher’s the poet’s equal there.
Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.
If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.