Awareness of time: assault on time . . .

Sooner or later, each desire must encounter its lassitude: its truth . . .

Long before physics or psychology were born, pain disintegrated matter, and affliction the soul.

If someone incessantly drops the word "life," you know he's a sick man.

Philosophy's error is to be too endurable.

Philosophy offers an antidote to melancholy. And many still believe in the depth of philosophy!

Boredom is a larval anxiety; depression, a dreamy hatred.

We suffer: the external world begins to exist . . . ; we suffer to excess: it vanishes. Pain instigates the world only to unmask its unreality.

Whether or not there exists a solution to problems troubles only a minority; that the emotions have no outcome, lead to nothing, vanish into themselves — that is the great unconscious drama, the affective insolubility everyone suffers without even thinking about it.

Not content with real sufferings, the anxious man imposes imaginary ones on himself; he is a being for whom unreality exists, must exist; otherwise where would he obtain the ration of torment his nature demands?