Jesus reserved his hardest words for the hidden sins of hypocrisy, pride, greed and legalism.
If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.
I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.
Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.
I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?
I am incredibly bad at predicting the future; I am only smart enough to observe the present and listen to my intuition about tendencies.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Man has learned to fly like the birds. Now all he has to do is work out how to do it quietly.
Did you eat a lot of paint chips when you were a kid?