Our Works, Whatever They May Be, Derive

Self-conscious Rejection Of The Absolute Is The Best Way To Resist God; Thus Illusion, The Substance Of Life, Is Saved.

One Doesn't Live In A Country, One Lives In A Language.

Far From Diminishing The Appetite For Power, Suffering Exasperates It.

Only One Thing Matters: Learning To Be The Loser.

I Try--without Success--to Stop Finding Reasons For Vanity In Anything. When I Happen To Manage It Nonetheless, I Feel That I No Longer Belong To The Mortal Gang. I Am Above Everything Then, Above The Gods Themselves. Perhaps That Is What Death Is: A Sensation Of Great, Of Extreme Superiority.