We are two abysses -- a well staring at the sky.

I come closer to my desk as to a bulwark against life.

A tedium that includes only the anticipation of more tedium; the regret, now, of tomorrow regretting having regretted today.

There are those that even God exploits, and they are prophets and saints in the vacuousness of the world.

Life is this dichotomy itself, the mind soaring over volcanoes of light, the madness of justice, the extenuating intransigence of moderation.

Nonbeing must in some sense be, otherwise what is it that there is not? This tangled doctrine might be nicknamed Plato's beard; historically it has proved toug…

Poor man. Poor mankind.