Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

Basis of society: anonymous sweat.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

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

To live... in any sense of the word... is to reject others; to accept them, one must renounce, do oneself violence.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.