Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.

Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

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