Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

In most cases we attach ourselves to God in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.