We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.

In the sphere of thought, absurdity and perversity remain the masters of the world, and their dominion is suspended only for brief periods.

Human life must be some form of mistake

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.

Life is a constant process of dying.

The life of every individual, viewed as a whole and in general, and when only its most significant features are emphasized, is really a tragedy; but gone through in detail it has the character of a comedy.