Thanks to depression - that alpinism of the indolent - we scale every summit and daydream over every precipice from our bed.

Erect I make a resolution; prone I revoke it.

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.